Mother, you are the entity
You are the figure head
Of my insanity
Father, you are the criminoid
False possessor of my life
And suicide
Brother, you are the subliside
Your reign of hate will now only emplify
All on, your [bad word] 
My only ties to you now have gone and died
Play on without [bad word] 
I don't need to be him
I've just gotta be
All on, an ancient memory
I sold this soul out to all my enemies

You gotta drown yourself in [bad word] 
And find a [bad word] face that fits
 [bad word] some self control
And tell the world to save your soul

All on, a hated memory
You can take back all of your sympathy
Play on, and moving toward the end
negative light that I call my friend
Stay on, the road that all you made
The faces of light, now they start to fade
Hate on, it's what it has to be
I don't need to be him, I just need to be me

Fly on, fly on to save the world
Now I've got you in my hands
And I am leaving, leaning on another
I'm relearning with new eyes