No brand. No polish. Just the sound of staying alive, cracked and off-key. 'Nothing to Sell' doesn’t beg, it breathes. *** Nothing to Sell Lyrics by Tom Lindh Verse 1 You want a pose, I give you bone No pretty mask, just skin and stone No sugar lines, no fake dreams Just broken chords and busted seams Chorus I got nothing to sell No heaven, no hell Just blood and a beat And holes in my shell I got nothing to sell No perfect farewell Just breath in the smoke And stories I tell Verse 2 You flash your teeth — I bite my tongue All your cool is overdone You dress it up, I tear it down You float — I sink into the ground Chorus I got nothing to sell No heaven, no hell Just blood and a beat And holes in my shell I got nothing to sell No TikTok spell Just rust on the strings And words I yell Solo Bridge I walk the cracks Where truth got bent You call it rage I call it rent Final Chorus (half-time feel) I got nothing to sellmore