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've got your names Screaming, "You will suffer and you're all too late!" Now I'll feel you Does everything stop when the old day 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 I still run from the telephone