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   And whispers in the sand   Truants move on, cannot stay long   Some die just to live