Lyric 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 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