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