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've got your names
Screaming: "you will suffer
And it's all too late!"
Now I'll tell you
Does everything stop when the old time 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
I still run from the telephone...