Lyrics:

Vacate is the word
Vengeance has no place in me to hurt
Cannot find the comfort in this world
Artificial tears
Vessel stabbed, next up, volunteers?
Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere

A truant finds home and a wish to hold onto
But there's a trapdoor in the sun
It's 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 resolved, cigar box on the floor

A truant finds home and a wish to hold onto
There's a trapdoor in the sun

It's immortality...

I cannot stop the thought 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
Truant moves on, cannot stay long
Some die just to live&
Oh&