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...