Immortality - Live

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 to
 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
 Yeah, there's a trapdoor in the sun
 I cannot stop the thought of running in the dark
 And coming up a which way sign all good truants must decide
 Oh, stripped and sold, mom auctioned forearm, yeah
 And whispers in the sand
 The truants move on but cannot stay long, no
 And some die just to live