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 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 on to
But saw the trapdoor in the sun, immortality
I cannot stop the thought of runnin' in the dark
Comin' up a which way sign, all good truants must decide
Oh, stripped and sold, mom, auctioned forearm
Whiskers in the sand
Truants move on, cannot stay long
Some die just to live