I Die: You Die Testo

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