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 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

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