Immortality

Vacate is a word Vengeance has no place so near to her Cannot find a comfort In this world Artificial tears The vessel's stabbed Next up, volunteers Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere A truant finds home And a will to hold on 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 Scrawls dissolved Cigar box on the floor A truant finds home And a will to hold on to 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 And all good truants must decide Oh, stripped and sold, mom And an auctioned forearm And whiskers in the sink A truant finds home And a will to hold on to Some die just to live, oh