There's a trapdoor in the sun
Next up, volunteers
There's a trapdoor in the sun
Cigar box on the floor
Holier than thou, how?
And an auctioned forearm
Coming up a which way sign
In this world
Victims in demand for public show
Swept out through the cracks
And whiskers in the sink
It's immortality
A truant finds home
Surrendered, executed anyhow
Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere
Scrawls dissolved
Running out the door
A truant finds home
Beneath the door
And a will to hold on to
A truant finds home
Cannot find a comfort
I cannot stop the thought
And all good truants must decide
As privileged as a whore
Oh, stripped and sold, mom
It's immortality
And a will to hold on
The vessel's stabbed
Artificial tears
And a will to hold on to
