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 fro 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 have your names

Screaming 'you will suffer' and 'you're all too late'

Now I feel young

Does everything stop when the old times lapse



But I'm still running from the telephone