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