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Seether - Immortality Lyrics. Vote! Lyrics. 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
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.
Scrawl dissolved, cigar box on the floor... A truant finds home... And a will to hold on to... There's a trapdoor in the sun... Immortality... I cannot stop the thought... Of running out the door... Coming up, a which way sign, all good truants must decide. Oh, stripped and sold, mom...
. Immortality Lyrics. [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... There's a trapdoor in the sun...it's immortality...
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... The 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... Immortality... As privileged as a whore...
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 ...
There's a trapdoor in the sun... ...It's 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 alone, 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. Submit lyrics correction →.
