(Vocal Instruction Key: [SHOUT] = Aggressive, raw delivery; [MONOTONE] = Low, cold, robotic delivery; [ECHO] = Processed, reverberated) Verse 1 (Style: [MONOTONE]) I heard the news. It came on a wire. You found a match. You escaped the fire. A plastic smile. A sterile, soft hand. You bought the life. The dream was pre-planned. Your new address. The garden is neat. You took the things I couldn't give you to keep. Pre-Chorus (Style: [MONOTONE] building to aggressive push) Why are you hiding? [SHOUT] Concealing your face! You used to thrive in this empty space! I came unbidden. I crashed the machine. I had to see it. [SHOUT] I had to be seen! I couldn't fight it. The signal is strong! Chorus (Style: Full, aggressive [SHOUT]) I'm here! You remember this face! The wound! It left no trace! It's not over! I am the echo! I will replace you! I will let go! Forget me! I beg you to try! The glory days are cold! Watch them die! Verse 2 (Style: [MONOTONE], with synthetic distortion) You talk of time. The pace of the fall. Only yesterday we had nothing at all. A summer haze. A film over glass. The oath we swore. It came to pass. A sweet regret. A memory burned. This bitter taste is the lesson learned. Pre-Chorus (Style: [MONOTONE] building to aggressive push) Why are you hiding? [SHOUT] Concealing your face! You used to thrive in this empty space! I came unbidden. I crashed the machine. I had to see it. [SHOUT] I had to be seen! I couldn't fight it. The signal is strong! Chorus (Style: Full, aggressive [SHOUT]) I'm here! You remember this face! The wound! It left no trace! It's not over! I am the echo! I will replace you! I will let go! Forget me! I beg you to try! The glory days are cold! Watch them die! Bridge (Style: Spoken word, heavily processed and [ECHO]) The past is a terminal. A corrupted file. You said: "Sometimes the code breaks. The hurt takes a while." [SHOUT] I will decode it. I will delete you. Outro (Style: Frantic [SHOUT] over noise) Go! Find your replacement! [ECHO] I wish you nothing! [ECHO] But the best! (Chorus repeats, shorter, faster) I'm here! You remember this face! It's not over! I am the echo! Forget me! I beg you to try! The glory days are cold! Cold! Cold! Cold!
