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...