Epicene (The)
Echo Wave
A word goes out
An echo comes back
No real discussion, our words are black
Keep on talking, talk your life away
Make a day pass, make a day go away
Echo wave, Echo wave
I am the echo slave
Everything that you're feeding me
All the things you'd like me to be
All the things you want me to see
Are the things that are killing me
Spit a word out
Does it come back?
Only if it doesn't pull out its own slack
keep on dreaming, dream your life away
don't ever think
don't think about today..
From Letras Mania