Original By Pearl Jam
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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Immortality
Seether
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