| A sound pierces the darkness that covers the hall
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| Bounces between mirrors covering each of its walls
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| And the thunder roars
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| Heads come to gather here in bundles
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| To grow within its womb
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| As if spellbound is staring at their second skin
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| Reflected in the gloom
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| For every echo of the word its meaning rings more true
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| And yet new voices join the choir, to sing what we knew
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| The chamber grows a constant buzz, a dense and compact truth
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| Rebounding every different thought from armour smooth
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| Here, in the echo chamber, there are only members
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| Here, in the echo chamber, all motion (goes) in favour
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| With each dawn comes the threat of nightfall
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| Hiding out in plain sight
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| Here the omens they are plentiful
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| See them outlined in black and in white
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| A dangerous place
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| A dangerous face
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| A dangerous race
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| A dangerous space
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| And the thunder roared
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| For every echo of the word its meaning rings more true
|
| And yet new voices join the choir, to sing what we knew
|
| The chamber grows a constant buzz, a dense and compact truth
|
| Rebounding every different thought from armour smooth
|
| Here, in the echo chamber, there are only members
|
| Here, in the echo chamber, all motion (goes) in favour
|
| A dangerous place
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| A dangerous face
|
| A dangerous race
|
| A dangerous space
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| And the thunder roared
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| And the thunder roared
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| And the thunder roared
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| And the thunder roared |