Immortality - Seether

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…

There’s a trapdoor in the sun… it's 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…

There’s a 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…

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