Death by Daylight - (Umbilical)

Moribund

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

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Writer(s): Ronald Holohan
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