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Monsters on the Auction Block

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[Verse I] Under bright lamps, polished stone Names were carved before they’d grown Flag and halo, ink and wire Bought by fear and fed by fire Painted saints and wicked jaws Measured first, then sold as cause Eyes like coins in velvet dark Hands keep bidding for the mark [Pre-Chorus] Hammer high, the whispers flock Softly now… around the block [Chorus] Monsters on the auction block Priced in rage by every clock Sold in pieces, sold in light Shaped as shadows in the night Call them beast and call them wrong Sell the wound and sing the song Under praise and under shock Monsters on the auction block [Verse II] Holy books and painted hair Broken truths hung in the air Silver screens and sharpened names Turning grief to little games Louder cloth and brighter skin Proof of tribe and proof within But beneath the staged design Pulse and breath are close to mine [Pre-Chorus] Strike the bell and raise the stock Mercy waits outside the dock [Chorus] Monsters on the auction block Priced in rage by every clock Bought in fragments, framed in flame Different face, repeated name Call them curse and call them fraud Lift the fist and praise the god Under cheers and under mock Monsters on the auction block [Bridge] (sacred lift / choir swell) Who was weighed before the word? Who was sold before they’re heard? If my fear can earn a crown Who will lay the hammer down? If each eye becomes a coin Must we break what we could join? Can we look without the shock… Past the block… Past the block… [Final Chorus] No more monsters on the block No more souls reduced to stock No more labels dressed as fate No more hunger dressed as hate See the scar and see the face Not the mask, nor market place Let the bell fall still as rock Empty now… the auction block [Outro – whispered / layered Celtic harmonies] Sold… sold… sold… Until no one knew the soul. Cold… cold… cold… Till the market lost its hold. Sometimes I bid too. Sometimes I buy the caricature. Sometimes I mistake the symbol for the soul. Till the market lost its hold.