i die: you die

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 '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

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