Ray Brower

Try to stop, breathing my name in and around your circle of friends.
And stop, calling them friends, they're just young and scared and plastic.
And you'll be feeling all that I create,
and I'll be thinking about you less and less every day.

This needs to stop, cause everybody knows that only the weak take your shit.
And "Stop", is what I tell myself cause if I laugh you know that I'm dead.
And again you're watching every move I make.
And soon I'll be forgetting your face and your name.

Your name is dead to me.
Love and hate, is all the same.
Devotion.
This is your life.
I am your life.
What would you do without me.

You'd die.
We've watched you go on dying,
defining your success by how many frowns
you create. This is your life.
It's your life, your life.

Your name is dead to me.
Love and Hate, is all the same.
Devotion, devotion. Devotion.
This is your life. I am your life.
What would you do without me.

Devotion.