Starlight

Coming up a which way sign...all good truants must decide...


Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place so near to herCannot find the comfort in this worldArtificial tear...vessel stabbed...next up, volunteersVulnerable, wisdom cant adhere...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 showSwept out through the cracks beneath the doorHolier than thou, how? Surrendered...executed anyhowScrawl 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...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 longSome die just to live... (IMMORTALITY - PEARL JAM)