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 dame falls?
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
