Immortality (Live)

Vacate, is the word, vengeance has no place so near to her

Cannot find the 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

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 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