This is not love
this is not even worth a point of view
in echo park i
pause for effect
and whisper 'who are you?'
They crawl out of their holes for me
and i die : you die
hear them laugh
and watch them turn on me
and i die : you die
see my scars
they call me such things
tear me, tear me, tear me
But i have your names
screaming 'you will suffer'
and, 'you're all too late'
now i feel young
does everything stop when the old tape fails?
They crawl out of their holes for me
and i die : you die
hear them laugh
and watch them turn on me
and i die : you die
see my scars
they call me such things
tear me, tear me, tear me
But i'm still frightened by the telephone..