[Verse - lot opening, measured pace] Lot number one, a Tuesday kept in glass, the hour your mother called your name and let it pass, who'll open the bidding on a moment none can keep, sold to the highest heart still willing to weep. [Hook - chant begins] Going, gone, going, gone, going, gone, going, gone, who'll raise, who'll raise, who'll raise it past the dawn, bid it, bid it, bid it till the number's true, sold, sold, sold to the one who lost it too. [Verse - lot two, faster] Lot number two, the taste of a house that burned, the recipe nobody wrote, the lesson no one learned, step up, step in, the paddle's in your hand, what's a childhood worth when nobody understands. [Hook - chant intensifies] Going, gone, going, gone, faster now the floor, who'll raise, who'll raise, we're climbing past before, bid it, bid it, bid it, let the numbers blur, sold, sold, sold to whoever still prefers. [Build - price climbing, density increasing] Higher, higher, hammer in the air, nobody blinking, everybody there, paddles like a forest, paddles like a flame, buying back the years, bidding on a name. [Breakdown - gavel falls] [Bridge - collapse of the auction, auctioneer sells own voice] And now the final lot, and it's only me — this throat that sold your grief so easily, who'll bid on the man who never kept a thing, who auctioned every memory just to hear it sing. [Hook - final chant, distorted/glitched] Going, gone, going, gone, going, gone, going— (gone) who'll raise, who'll raise— (gone) bid it, bid it— (gone) sold. [Outro - fading into silence, single struck chord]
