Immortality (Original by Pearl Jam)
Vacate is the word...Vengeance has no place so near to herCannot find a comfort in this worldArtificial tears, vessel stabbed...Next up, volunteersVulnerableWisdom 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 showSwept out through the cracks beneath the doorHolier than thou, how?Surrendered...executed anyhowScrawls resolved,cigar box on the floor...
A truant finds home...and a will to hold on, to...There's a trapdoor in the sun...
It's immortality...
I cannot stop the thought...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 truant finds home...And a will to hold on to..Some die just to live...Ohh...