Echo Chamber Songtext
von Absynthe Minded

I cannot believe what
You just said to me
Let′s hear everybody's version
Then I′ll make my pitch

You're in the wrong now
And it don't mean a thing
Keep watching the phone
Waiting for it to ring

I say, give everyone his own echo chamber
In that way everybody can listen to themselves
You take the bait that was put exactly there for you
A modest mind with an obscure taste
It just want to be


I′ve hit a target
No one else can hit
Dig well below the top-soil
To get me drift

Let′s go on this rampage
It's one of our own
Good things come from anger
We won′t suffer fools
Anymore

I say, give everyone his own echo chamber
In that way everybody can listen to themselves
You take the bait that was put exactly here for you
A modest mind with an obscure taste
It just wants to be
Something that is real