Bought Sold NØRTHERN STRINGS

They bought my name in a midnight swap
Thumb on the glass, now the whole feed stops
Stock ticker crawling with my fears
Every heartbeat priced in a line of years
Price tag hanging from each memory
Pinned to the frame of who I used to be
Algorithms bid for my attention
Cold little hands in a clean detention
I watch my details get boxed and weighed
Like rust on steel in a market parade

Scan me again
Count every scar
Seal my face
Then ship it far
I hear the numbers
Click, click, chew
They never ask
If I made it through

I am not for sale
I am not for sale
Cut my name off that rail
I am not for sale
Tear up the receipt
Take your hands off me
I smash that screen
I smash that screen
I am not for sale

Receipt for a soul in a folder stack
My whole life listed on a ledger track
They auction my fear to the highest screen
Turn my slow decay into their machine
Every old mistake gets a market grade
Every small regret gets a price tag made
I feel them circling through my past
Trying to lock me in and make it last
But I know the shape of my own rage
A clenched-up fist against the cage

Scan me again
Count every scar
Seal my face
Then ship it far
I hear the numbers
Click, click, chew
They never ask
If I made it through

I am not for sale
I am not for sale
Cut my name off that rail
I am not for sale
Tear up the receipt
Take your hands off me
I smash that screen
I smash that screen
I am not for sale

Hands on the frame, I rip it down
Watch that whole trading floor come down
No more label, no more chain
No more numbers in my vein
You can't own what won't obey
You can't price what walks away

I am not for sale
I am not for sale
Cut my name off that rail
I am not for sale
Tear up the receipt
Take your hands off me
I smash that screen
I smash that screen
I am not for sale