[Objective]

Daisy's pension connected family ties,
they can't wait for the day that she finally dies.
Her investments contested by the loneliest fight,
"Just a few years till I'm dead",
she don't question the why's.

Raised kids alone on blueberry pies while inside she's hiding clues to her cries,
lemonade lies in the guise of being brutally kind at home.
Now their smiles whispering hints of the useless and blind,
with her coins in exchange to not pay any mind.

Aches breaks her apart, shakes takes laughs from her heart,
sons souls plastered in tar, mastered the art of taking advantage
and manage it smart, their anthem is savage in bars,
in tune to what the darkest parts of humanity are.

When she wrote her will she invoked the thrill of being half-open still,
till relatives took her in along with her daughter, Jill,
that hugs' the energy from a broken water mill.
Daisy's lawyer is annoying but avoiding feuds,
plus he spoke the truth,
they signed what he supplied, amused.
If he winks, he's got an eye for you ;)

When her death came through the rest was beautiful,
what both angels and devils play their music to.
You see, relatives didn't read her lawyers contract closely,
they mostly wanted to impress her, and her money monthly.
Imagine their surprise when the cash they've taken lately,
equals to loans now turned debt to charity, mainly
done for their vanity's bravery.
She knew it could be covered by their salary (barely)

She donated half her share to the state she lived,
an excuse for having raised these shits
to grow into joy destroyers,
and the source for her hate.
A way of calling it quits was giving the rest to nurses, a certain lawyer, the maid,
most loyal doctors and some art galery.
Her family? Well, it's not a tragedy
she only gave 10 dollars to each of these fuckers,
they should have known tough love isn't for suckers.