| [00:30.38] | Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place herso near to |
| [00:37.68] | Cannot find the comfort in this world |
| [00:42.29] | |
| [00:45.29] | Artificial tear...vessel stabbed...next up, volunteers |
| [00:53.02] | Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere... |
| [00:57.58] | |
| [01:00.13] | A truant finds home...and a wish to hold on... |
| [01:06.07] | |
| [01:07.00] | But there's a trapdoor in the sun...immortality... |
| [01:17.50] | |
| [01:31.98] | As privileged as a whore...victims in demand for public show |
| [01:39.38] | Swept out through the cracks beneath the door |
| [01:44.31] | |
| [01:46.99] | Holier than thou, how? |
| [01:50.55] | Surrendered...executed anyhow |
| [01:54.37] | Scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor... |
| [02:00.05] | |
| [02:01.80] | A truant finds home...and a wish to hold on to... |
| [02:08.79] | But saw the trapdoor in the sun... |
| [02:15.52] | |
| [03:09.94] | Immortality... |
| [03:13.37] | |
| [03:18.48] | I cannot stop the thought...I'm running in the dark... |
| [03:25.23] | |
| [03:25.78] | Coming up a which way sign...all good truants must decide... |
| [03:32.95] | Oh, stripped and sold, mom...auctioned forearm... |
| [03:40.82] | And whiskers in the sink... |
| [03:44.49] | Truants move on...cannot stay long |
| [03:50.70] | |
| [03:52.13] | Some die just to live... |