| [00:30.00] |
Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place so near to her |
| [00:37.00] |
Cannot find the comfort in this world |
| [00:44.00] |
Artificial tear...vessel stabbed...next up, volunteers |
| [00:52.00] |
Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere... |
| [01:00.00] |
A truant finds home...and a wish to hold on... |
| [01:07.00] |
But there's a trapdoor in the sun...immortality... |
| [01:31.00] |
As privileged as a whore...victims in demand for public show |
| [01:39.00] |
Swept out through the cracks beneath the door |
| [01:46.00] |
Holier than thou, how? |
| [01:50.00] |
Surrendered...executed anyhow |
| [01:54.00] |
Scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor... |
| [02:01.00] |
A truant finds home...and a wish to hold on to... |
| [02:08.00] |
But saw the trapdoor in the sun... |
| [03:09.00] |
Immortality... |
| [03:17.00] |
I cannot stop the thought...I'm running in the dark... |
| [03:25.00] |
Coming up a which way sign...all good truants must decide... |
| [03:32.00] |
Oh, stripped and sold, mom...auctioned forearm... |
| [03:40.00] |
And whiskers in the sink... |
| [03:44.00] |
Truants move on...cannot stay long |
| [03:51.00] |
Some die just to live... |
| [03:55.00] |
Ohh... |
