Echo Chamber - 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 there for you

A modest mind with an obscure taste

It just want to be

Something that is real