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