Expectation was a poison and subversion was a cure
The psyche was prepared to reject anything unsure
Its apprehension of carefully-constructed affairs
Would only leave it stale and yearning unexpected air

Every expectation was a sacrifice for more
Entire oceans crossed to avoid settling the score
Few knew themselves quite well enough to see the metagame
While still remaining unable to stop themselves from playing

Every schizophrenic placed a warning in your ear
That there were those among them who would weaponize your fear
They didn't feel the shame inside that you did at your limit
Their persistence was a dare to every creature that could kill it

Every way to properly convey the urgency
Also implied the presence of banal conspiracies
Pervading every level of the structures that contained us
Our consent was manufactured by the ones who entertained us