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...