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 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 i'm still frightened by the telephone