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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