Immortality Lyrics - One Cold Night - 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