Va-

cate

is

the

word

Ven-

geance

has

no

place

so

near

to

her

Can-

not

find

the

com-

fort

in

this

world

Ar-

ti-

fi-

cial

tear

Ves-

sel

stabbed,

next

up,

vo-

lun-

teers?

Vul-

ner-

able.

Wis-

dom

can't

ad-

here

A

tru-

ant

finds

home

And

a

wish

to

hold

on

But

there's

a

trap-

door

in

the

sun

Im-

mor-

ta-

li-

ty

As

privi-

leged

as

a

whore

Vic-

tims

in

de-

mand

for

pub-

lic

show

Swept

out

through

the

cracks

be-

neath

the

door

Ho-

li-

er

than

thou.

How?

Sur-

ren-

dered,

e-

xe-

cu-

ted,

a-

ny-

how

Scrawl

dis-

solved.

Ci-

gar

box

on

the

floor

A

tru-

ant

finds

home

And

I

wish

to

hold

on

too

But

saw

the

trap-

door

in

the

sun

Im-

mor-

ta-

li-

ty

I

can-

not

stop

the

thought

of

run-

ning

in

the

dark

Co-

ming

up

a

which

way

sign

All

good

tru-

ants

must

de-

cide

Oh,

stripped

and

sold

mom

An

au-

ctioned

fore-

arm

And

whis-

kers

in

the

sink

Tru-

ants

move

on

Can-

not

stay

long

Some

die

just

to

live