Bought & Sold

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