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...