Echo

Caught me running to the river's edge
From a history that's not my friend
I reached the currents, but they turned their heads
Leaving me for dead

I thought that I had made it
Before you drained me hollow
Now everybody's waiting
To sing their song with my notes, oooh

Echo, I call to you, I call to you
I know what's left unsaid
And Echo, I feel for you
Repeating the voices of
Every man, every man, man, man, man,
Every man, every man

Here's another letter never sent
Like an epitaph it's all that's left of me
I'm just envelope poetry

And I bet they'll canonize me
Another tenth muse, who needed rescue, who found a refuge
But they don't know what they don't know

Echo, I call to you, I call to you
I know what's left unsaid
And Echo, I feel for you
Repeating the voices of
Every man, every man, man, man, man,
Every man, every man

I woke up in a mask, onstage
Stolen syntax, but heart on display
A curse they call restoration
Auto-machia leaves no consolation, no

Aestheticized for his illustration
No consolation
Once was the painter, but now I'm what's painted
No consolation
Just another sun for his constellation
No consolation, no consolation, no consolation

Echo, I call to you, I call to you
I call to you, I call to you
I know what's left unsaid
Repeating the voices of every man
Every man every man