Echo Chamber Songtext
von Thomas Giles

It will not feel better
I promise, it′s us against the world
We'll all turn to dust
Discouraging mental stain
Settled in misanthropy

Stretched to filament-thin threads
Echo chamber
Amongst our stems, a charred murderous victory stands
Echo chamber

Nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Development


Development of a visceral change
A sympathetic creature
It hardly remembers
Development of a visceral change
A sympathetic creature
It hardly remembers

A logical cubicle

Sell your brain waves
You fucking dropout
Life is medical
Wishful territory

Greedy hands seem slippery
Push me to your grave
Sleep inside misery
We′ll all turn to dust
Discouraging mental stain
Settled in misanthropy

Stretched to filament-thin threads
Echo chamber
Amongst our stems, a charred murderous victory stands
Echo chamber

Feel Nothing