Vacate is the word
Vengeance has no place on me or 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 will to hold on
But there's a trapdoor in the sun
It's immortalityâ¦
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, anyhowâ¦
Scrawls resolved, cigar box on the floor
A truant finds home and a will to hold onto
There's a trapdoor in the sun
It's immortality...
I cannot stop the thought running out the door
Coming up a which way sign
All good truants must decide
Oh, stripped and sold, momâ¦
Auctioned forearm and whiskers in the sink
Truants move on, cannot stay long
Some die just to liveâ¦