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