I will sell your body.

I will not sell mine to give in to the necessity
of the hour
The word is
perception
the word is arrogance
Pride is from where I came
Don't take it from me.
I will not sell mine to give in to the necessity
The never of the moment

the never of the sound
I will not sell my pride
I will not dance around your inferiority to let you see my praise
My praise for your faults
Broken praise for all the things you've done wrong
I will not sell out to you.

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