My Mother's silenceMy Brother's violence Stranger in a 
casket we called family Hell would be too kind of a 
resting place My Mother's silence My Brother's violence 
Stranger in a casket we called family I still can't stand 
the sight of your fucking face For you, for me, for us, 
that's why I do the things I do For you, for me, for us, 
don't like my best? Fuck you!