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 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