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, watch them turn on me
And I die: you die
See my scars, they call me such things
Tear me, tear me, tear me
Now I have your names
Screaming you will suffer and youre all too late
Now I feel young
Does everything stop when the old dame fails?
They crawl out of their holes for me
And I die: you die
Hear them laugh, 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 Im still frightened by the telephone
