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 to
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
Yeah, there's a trapdoor in the sun
I cannot stop the thought of running in the dark
And coming up a which way sign all good truants must decide
Oh, stripped and sold, mom auctioned forearm, yeah
And whispers in the sand
The truants move on but cannot stay long, no
And some die just to live
