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Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place on me or 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 I wish to hold on... But there's a trapdoor in the sun...immortality... As privilaged 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 I wish to hold on, too... But saw the trapdoor in the sun... Immortality... I cannot stop the thought...I'm 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... Truants move on...cannot stay long Some die just to live... Ohh... Aus Songtexte Mania