NOT FOR SALE
Dark progressive metal / groove metal track with a sinister, ironic tone. Heavy downtuned riffs, tight oppressive rhythm, minimal but crushing arrangement. Vocals are deep, calm, and menacing — spoken-word verses that sound like polite customer support turning into cold authority, shifting into gritty, threatening cleans and restrained growls in the chorus. Tempo is steady but tense, with subtle breakdowns that feel procedural and inevitable. Lyrics are satirical and dark, portraying the devil as a corporate customer service agent enforcing contracts for souls, mocking bureaucracy, fine print, and modern consent culture. Mood is eerie, sarcastic, and oppressive rather than chaotic — evil with a headset and a script. No humor music-wise, humor only in concept. Cinematic, cold, and heavy.
NOT FOR SALE
Dark progressive metal / groove metal track with a sinister, ironic tone. Heavy downtuned riffs, tight oppressive rhythm, minimal but crushing arrangement. Vocals are deep, calm, and menacing — spoken-word verses that sound like polite customer support turning into cold authority, shifting into gritty, threatening cleans and restrained growls in the chorus. Tempo is steady but tense, with subtle breakdowns that feel procedural and inevitable. Lyrics are satirical and dark, portraying the devil as a corporate customer service agent enforcing contracts for souls, mocking bureaucracy, fine print, and modern consent culture. Mood is eerie, sarcastic, and oppressive rather than chaotic — evil with a headset and a script. No humor music-wise, humor only in concept. Cinematic, cold, and heavy.
Lyrics
intro
cold wind, distant growls, heavy riff drops
verse 1
He showed up smiling in a golden coat
Talking deals while the icebergs float
Pointed at maps like they owed him land
Didn’t hear the cracking where he stands
Said it’s business, just a simple trade
The ground replied with a glacier quake
Flags don’t fly where the cold decides
This land survives, it doesn’t get bought
pre-chorus
You can’t tweet the cold away
You can’t own what won’t obey
chorus
Not for sale
Not yours
This ice doesn’t bow
To crowns or words
Run, run
The white is closing in
Greenland stands
Let the bears grin
verse 2
Footprints loud on the frozen skin
Something massive just walked in
Eyes like storms, breath like smoke
Nature’s patience finally broke
He runs his mouth, now runs his feet
Slipping fast on history
No walls here, no crowd to cheer
Just snow, teeth, and northern fear
pre-chorus
You can’t buy respect up north
You earn it, or you turn and run
chorus
Not for sale
Not yours
This ice doesn’t bow
To crowns or words
Run, run
The white is moving fast
Greenland stands
The hunt has passed
bridge
half-time, mocking tone
Deals don’t work
When the land says no
shouted
This isn’t real estate
It’s home
breakdown
Cold
Teeth
Pride
Slips
final chorus
Not for sale
Never was
Older than
Your laws and funds
Run, run
Back to the sun
Greenland stands
You’re outrun
outro
wind fades, distant bear call
The ice remembers.
And it doesn’t listen.