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 to
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
Scrawled his note, cigar box on the floor
A truant finds home
And I wish to hold on to
There's a trapdoor in the sun
I cannot stop the thought
Of running in the dark and
Coming up a which way sign
All the truants must decide
Oh, stripped and sold mom, an auctioned forearm
And whiskers in the sink, the truants move on
Cannot stay long, no, and some die just to live