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 TAPE 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 

'Lyrics by Gary Numan'