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
And 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 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
And 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.