Original by pearl jam

Vacate is the word...

vengeance has no place so near to her

Cannot find a 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...

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...

But saw the trapdoor in the sun...

Immortality...

I cannot stop the thought...

of 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..