moribund Lyrics

Daddy, what's this world done to you?

Can you feel my hand in your hand?

Daddy, did you not love me?

Did I not fit in with your plans?

Your empty chair at dinner time

Daddy, did they make you their slave?

You chased their carrots all your life

Just to enjoy your pension cake from your grave

Now, how does it taste?

You're dying, withered, and pitiful

Is that the prize at the end of this rat's race?

You traded your dreams just to pay the bills

Daddy, am I going to end up in the same place?

So, here's some morphine to help your pain

And I pray your hell will end soon with God's grace