A truant finds home...and I wish to hold on... But theres 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 I wish to hold on, too... But there’s a trapdoor in the sun...
Immortality... I cannot stop the thought...Im 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
