Seether - Immortality

Pearl Jam - cover Vacate is the word...vengeance has no place so near to her Cannot find a comfort in this world Artificial tears...vessel stabbed...next up, volunteers Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere...A truant finds home...and a will 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 Scrawls resolved, cigar box on the floor...A truant finds home...and a will to hold on, to...But saw the trapdoor in the sun...Its immortality...I cannot stop the thought...of running out the door...Coming up a which way sign...and all good truants must decide...Oh, stripped and sold, mom...and an auctioned forearm...And whiskers in the sink...A truants finds home...and a will to hold on to..Some die just to live...Ohh...