Immortality
Seether Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The song "Immortality" by Seether is a haunting lament that explores the themes of mortality, loss, and the pursuit of immortality. The lyrics are rich with metaphor and symbolism, and the imagery they evoke is both powerful and poignant. The first stanza of the song sets the tone for the rest of the song, as the singer laments the lack of comfort he feels in the world. Despite artificial tears and the vessel's stab, he cannot find solace. The imagery of a vessel being stabbed evokes the sense of a deep wound that cannot be healed.


The second stanza explores the ways in which people try to cling to immortality, whether through fame or other means. The singer describes victims who are in demand for public show, swept out through the cracks beneath the door. He questions the motives of those who hold themselves up as holier than thou, but who surrender and are executed anyhow. The image of scrawls dissolved and a cigar box on the floor speaks to the transience of life and the fragility of our attempts to hold onto it.


The final stanza of the song is perhaps the most enigmatic, as the singer talks about a thought he cannot stop running out the door, coming up a which way sign. He suggests that all good truants must decide, but what they must decide is left unsaid. The song ends with the powerful image of someone stripped and sold, and an auctioned forearm and whiskers in the sink. The final lines suggest that some people die just to live, which is a profound and unsettling thought that lingers in the mind.


Line by Line Meaning

Vacate is a word
Leaving is an option


Vengeance has no place so near to her
Feeling angry and wanting to get revenge is not helpful to her


Cannot find a comfort / In this world
She's unable to find peace or comfort in this world


Artificial tears / The vessel's stabbed / Next up, volunteers / Vulnerable, wisdom can't adhere
She is crying fake tears, and her heart has been hurt, making her feel defenseless. Next, she feels like she's going to be a sacrifice or a victim, unable to take wise advice


A truant finds home / And a will to hold on / There's a trapdoor in the sun / It's immortality
A person who's always avoided or skipped school finally finds a place where they fit in and a will to keep going in life. There's a possibility of a brighter future for them, and it feels like becoming immortal


As privileged as a whore / Victims in demand for public show / Swept out through the cracks / Beneath the door
People who are mistreated and exploited are often ignored because society values privilege and entertainment over compassion. They end up being forgotten and discarded


Holier than thou, how? / Surrendered, executed anyhow / Scrawls dissolved / Cigar box on the floor
People who act as if they're morally superior often end up failing and getting punished anyway, and their pretensions and writings end up forgotten


I cannot stop the thought / Running out the door / Coming up a which way sign / And all good truants must decide
She's restless and indecisive, unsure of which path to take, and knows that every choice has consequences


Oh, stripped and sold, mom / And an auctioned forearm / And whiskers in the sink
She's traumatized by memories of family members being exploited and hurt, and can't escape the reminders of their suffering


A truant finds home / And a will to hold on to / Some die just to live, oh
People who've struggled to fit in can finally find a place to belong and a reason to keep living, while others are willing to do anything to stay alive




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: David Abbruzzese, Eddie Vedder, Jeff Ament, Mike Mccready, Stone Gossard

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Igor Leite

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
Fonte: LyricFind



CRIS-ELIPHAS LEVI

Imortalidade

Abandonar é a palavra,
Vingança não tem lugar tão perto dela
Não posso achar conforto neste mundo
Lágrima artificial,
Vaso apunhalado, o próximo, voluntários
Vulnerável, sabedoria não pode aderir

Um ocioso acha um lar...
E um sonho para ter ...
Mas há uma armadilha no sol,
Imortalidade

Tão privilegiado quanto uma prostituta,
Vítimas em demanda para espetáculo público
Varrido para fora pelas rachas em baixo da porta
Mais santo que tu, como?
Rendido... executado de qualquer maneira
Rabisco dissolvido, caixa de cigarros no chão

Um ocioso acha lar ...
E um sonho para ter ...
Mas há uma armadilha no sol ...

Imortalidade

Eu não posso parar o pensamento,
Estou correndo na escuridão
Surgindo uma seta de direção
Todos os ociosos bons têm que decidir
Despojado e vendido, mãe, antebraço leiloado
E espanadores na pia
Ociosos mudam, não conseguem parar por muito Tempo
Alguns morrem apenas para viver ...
Ohh..

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BJJ Is Life

One cold night = one of the greatest live acoustic shows ever. Seether is extremely underrated

Victoria Cerda

@Rich Thomas pp.

Daniel Tadeu

I agree with you.

tiley996

@Rich Thomas Absolutely!!!

Erik Blanc

🍻🍻🍻🍻🍻🍻

Beezy Beez

Seether is the best! But you need to listen to Whispering Wolf by SLT right now -//- !!! You're missing out !!!

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jadegold66

In my opinion, the true measure of a band is their live performance. This band rocks the house.

Husker

Saw them with Bush and Fuel and although Bush was the main performance Seether absolutely destroyed them and Fuel

Jake

Fucking a. Concur on Seether live. They r the real deal.

David Messer

If they sound like shit live then they sound like shit period and I can't listen to them or take them seriously. Seether is up there in my all time favorites. He did this song justice. I'd been afraid to touch anything like this from Eddie Vedder. This might be better than Pearl Jam's version. All I know is they keep putting out great albums and I am grateful for it. Love great bands like this.

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