do you know of echo the oread?
whose harmless passion did collide with wrath,
for this mountain nymph did make the queen mad,
such her life was sentenced a silent path;

given the gift of the last words she heard,
echo was to only repeat these notes,
for her own sweet voice was without a word,
only to be found in other mens' throats;

i think of echo this late winter night,
and all the men who did silence her voice,
who have made my own sharp throat seize up tight,
making me feel like i did not have choice;

i tell you, echo, do not let them win,
discard their words and shoot them a dark grin.

the siren calls out from her sea-wrought rock;
the ocean lapping at her speckled wings;
i will always throw myself off the dock;
to drown below as her grinning mouth sings.

i do not remember serving a feast;
nor descending to obey the fruit tree;
tantalus tries but God thinks of us least;
for the both of us will never be free.

when i bind my long hair upon my head;
triumphant samson lifts his callused hands;
for when delilah leads us to her bed;
still we will sing her song across the lands.

temptation my religion, doomed am i;
to slither the earth in order to fly.