Artificial tear, vessel stabbed next up volunteers
A truant finds home and a wish to hold on to
A truant finds home and a wish to hold on
But saw the trapdoor in the sun, immortality
Truants move on, cannot stay long

And whispers in the sand

Comin' up a which way sign, all good truants must decide

Surrendered, executed anyhow
Some die just to live
Holier than thou, how?
I cannot stop the thought of runnin' in the dark
As privileged as a whore, victims in demand for public show
Oh, stripped and sold, mom, auctioned forearm
Swept out through the cracks beneath the door

Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere
Scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor
But there's a trapdoor in the sun, immortality