Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place on me or 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 a 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 a wish to hold on too...

He 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...