Bored Nothing - Echo Room lyrics

It's not that i'm filled with doubt But there's stuff that weirds me out Just a bit still People ask me all the time "do you really think it's right?" But i can't say no Let's go to the echo room Don't say what i can't consume I won't feed this thing to bloom Talking, talking what's the use? I'm just so hard to amuse You're wasting your breath As i am wasting mine But your neglect is so refined