The Numanoid Channel

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

And 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 tape fails?

They crawl out of their holes for me

And I die : You die

Hear them laugh

And 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..

(P) 1980 Beggars Banquet

I Die: You Die