Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place so near to her Cannot find the
comfort in this world Artificial tear...vessel stabbed...next up
volunteers Vulnerable wisdom can't adhere... A truant finds home...and I
wish to hold on... But there's a trapdoor in the sun...immortality... As
privileged as a whore...victims in demand for public show Swept out through
the cracks beneath the door Holier than thou how? Surrendered...executed
anyhow Scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor... A truant finds
home...and I wish to hold on, too... But saw the trapdoor in the
sun... Immortality... I cannot stop the thought...I'm running in the
dark... Coming up a which way sign...all good truants must decide... Oh,
stripped and sold, mom...auctioned forearm... And whiskers in the
sink... Truants move on...cannot stay long Some die just to
live... Ohh...