Immortality (Live) - (Live) - Seether

Vacate is a word

Vengeance has no place so near to her

Cannot find a comfort

In this world

Artificial tears

The vessel's 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 dissolved

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, oh