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..