Alice Robinson - Sell Yourself Lyrics

What's all the fuss about? You're going to die, no matter how loud you shout
The same as me, same as anybody
You spend your mundane lives Building glass walls with petty allies
Inside your insecurity Is there for all the world to see

What's all the fuss about I'm just trying to get along
You keep pulling me down It's like the undead here
Feeding on the living

Sell it till the song dies Sell it till our souls run dry
You're nothing worth my while You are nothing worth my time

We shall sell it till the night falls Till we cannot hear at all
I'm nothing worth your while You are nothing worth my time
And we shall sell
Sell sell sell
Sell
Sell
Sell