Immortality

Written by：Eddie Vedde/Dave Abbruz

Fightclub work

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

Cannot find the comfort in this world

Artificial tear vessel stabbed next up volunteers

Vulnerable wisdom can't adhere

A truant finds home and a wish to hold on

But there's a trapdoor in the sun 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

Scrawl dissolved cigar box on the floor

A truant finds home and a wish to hold on to

But saw the trapdoor in the sun

Immortality

I cannot stop the thought I'm running in the dark

Coming up a which way sign all good truants must decide

Oh stripped and sold mom auctioned forearm

And whiskers in the sink

Truants move on cannot stay long

Some die just to live

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