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