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 onto 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