Echo Chamber

Hold on to the things you think you need
Like a pocket full of stones or a hollow seed
You're terrified the wind is gonna blow
Everything you've gathered to the floor below
So you're standing in the middle of a mess
Trying to find a way to make it weigh a little less

But the gravity is heavy
And the air is getting dry
And you're too afraid to let it fly

It's the same old story
In a different tone
I'm surrounded by the people
But I'm all alone

Welcome to the echo chamber
Where the only voice you hear is your own
Drowning in the middle of the danger
Of a seed that was never even grown
And it's loud, and it's cold
And the truth is getting old
In the echo

Copy-paste the misery, repeat the mistake
How much of the vanity can one mind take?
You're looking for an exit but you're staring at a wall
Waiting for the gravity to catch your fall
But the walls are just mirrors and the mirrors are lies
Reflecting all the darkness in your own damn eyes

Welcome to the echo chamber
Where the only voice you hear is your own
Drowning in the middle of the danger
Of a seed that was never even grown
And it's loud, and it's cold
And the truth is getting old
In the echo

Welcome to the echo chamber
Where the only voice you hear is your own
Drowning in the middle of the danger
Of a seed that was never even grown
And it's loud, and it's cold
And the truth is getting old
In the echo

Welcome to the echo chamber
Where the only voice you hear is your own
Drowning in the middle of the danger
Of a seed that was never even grown
And it's loud, and it's cold
And the truth is getting old
In the echo