Oh, to see that it's clear
To breathe in, out, in, out
To compress that guilt and misery
To have a lack of sympathy
Get your foot inside the door
Quietly and inconspicuously
To harbor all that weight
Water waste
Of an echo
I guess ignorance is bliss
There's so many of us, so many of us
To show that it's clear
To shut the door to hang a stride
Does it pay to be privy?
To harbor all that hate
Water waste
Of an echo
Of an echo
Of an echo
Of an echo
A policy to silence
A spine you've never had
Clueless and cruel
Clueless and cruel
To harbor all that height
What a waste
Of an echo
Of an echo
Of an echo
Of an echo
Of an echo