The devil's lullaby

This is quite obsurd, strange and obscene
But listen to my story and you'll understand what I mean

I know this might sound weird but I was lulled into my dreams
With the gentle calling coo of a dead man's screams
You see, my father died not to long ago
When I saw his body, I begged him not to go
Once when he was here, alive and doing well
I remember hearing a friend of his say, "You'll go straight to hell!"
I didn't think it true that my daddy would burn to dust
Just as I refused to believe rain turned my bike to rust
Everyone always said that my daddy told them lies
They often whispered amongst each other, that he was the Devil in disguise
I didn't know what they saw, never knew what they meant
I just clung to my hope that Daddy was my angel sent
I remember the feel of his face, so rough and always cold
I could tell his aging as his skin was getting old
I often wondered to myself, why they said those things
My daddy wasn't all that bad, not what they made him seem
After his harsh death I saw it through his eyes
I saw the reasons why they called him 'The Devil in disguise'
I saw Daddy on his knees praying to the Lord
That he would sell his soul just so he could afford
Everything I wanted and everything I'd ever need
I never thought that Daddy knew exactly how to plead
After all of that Daddy began to change
He acted rather tired, uncaring, and deranged
He still clung to me though, like I was all he had
I never left him, for I stayed true. After all, he was my dad
He bought me everything and promised me the world
Only the best for his precious little girl
Even though I had it all, satin shirts and brand new toys
I knew deep down I wanted Daddy back and not this put-on decoy
But he is gone right from my arms and resting in the ground
Maggots in his flesh, blood spilt all around
I never get lonely though and it shouldn't be a surprise
For I am lulled to sleep by my Daddy's lullaby...