Made for TV

I'm expected to write a doozy of a dream I can't pretend that this world is nothing like it seems Don't hold my hand and try to lead me to my let-down I'm expected I am expected Am I a fly on the wall Am I deceiving you all You keep your head down as a vote of ambiguity I raise a finger as a message to society Well, where did action go wrong No point in making sense of something so mystique I pledge allegiance to the critics and the caskets I am expected I am expected Am I a speck on the screen That you berate and demean Our conversations surround photographs inside my head Gleaming with pictures of the haters that I wish were dead Well, where did action go wrong No point in making sense of something so mystique I pledge allegiance to the critics and the caskets I am expected I am expected Throw all your covers aside I'll end up leaving you dry I'll end up leaving you dry I'll end up leaving you dry I'll end up leaving you dry Dry Dry Dry Well, where did action go wrong No point in making sense of something so mystique I pledge allegiance to the critics and the caskets I am expected I am expected