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 adhereA truant finds home and a wish to hold on

But there's a trapdoor in the sun, immortalityAs 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 floorA truant finds home and a wish to hold on to

But saw the trapdoor in the sun, immortalityI 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