LYRIC FOR SALE

By Pier Levingston

Verse [1]
You came from the south with innocent proclivities
Your red, white, and blue, it stains quite easily
The devil approaches, your chest burns hastily
No good, you're doom

Verse [2]
And I was brought up to speak life to your vices
Yes, except for those times you favored our practices
Envision me bold with little repercussions
No good, you're doom

Chorus
Familiar, sacrosanct perversions

Verse [3]
I dreamt you crouching on the floor
You swirl a bit and frown some more
I did my job and took some notes
Don't blame the child for wanting love

Verse [4]
In the tales of the powerless, the powerful
Make the least pay for their dues
That sprawl through generations
And manifest in leaks of

Chorus
Familiar, sacrosanct perversions
Familiar, sacrosanct perversions

Bridge
To live in a land of choice
To not will that same choice
It comes across as freedom with restrictions
Embedded with corruption and concession

Chorus [outro]
Familiar, sacrosanct perversions