viernes, 25 de abril de 2008
Immortality
Vacate is the word
Vengeance has no place on me or 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 too
He 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...
Pearl Jam
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