Immortality [Original by Pearl Jam] lyrics

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...

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...