Constance Songtext
von Mr. J. Medeiros

An old man vacationing he stands patiently
Under a hotel sign that blinks vacancy
He′s thinking maybe he's too late to make the drop off
Till a truck coming his way breaks and stops short
And now he′s out of sorts you can see he's sort of nervous
Walking through the passenger door to meet his ordered service
This is someone's daughter working blames his conscious
When the driver says she′s my youngest her name is Constance
He comments and it′s only six dollars per visit
Just don't leave any marks on her it hurts business
Thought for a minute and confessed that′s fair
Since it was three dollars less than his cab fare
How old are you honey?
She says I'm thirteen
Her nose was runny
It′s raining in the Philippines
He handed over the money in a chilling scene
The truck drives off and now he's on the hunt to kill her dreams
The sign reads no vacancy
He leads Constance to a room he has rented for taping see


He′s about to turn six into six thousand
And all you gotta do is click on your web browser
It's not illegal to use raping as a cash crop
As long as it says she's eighteen on your laptop
The sound of rain is her backdrop laying there
Like she′s waiting for somebody to say they care
While the tears of God fall down her window pain she feels unholy
Like the father doesn′t know her name
Mary Magdalene the woman at the well
He knew everything that happened and in his arms she fell
He's twenty one and all alone in his household
He′s tempted by the quiet he feels and the mouse he holds
The silence of his spouse is cold
So he's about to help that man get his six thousand gold
One click and now she′s sold
Withholding his conscious
Scrolling through the comments there she is looking confident
A picture of Constance in a series of video clips adult content
The title blinks in bold letters like the vacancy sign
It's his time to go get her
It′s like his mind doesn't know better
Her soul is crying out let me go but he won't let her
He got her trapped inside his media player
Held captive by his need to replay her
It′s a matter of he being here and she being there
That′s why he doesn't feel the need to care
Guilt is in the seed he bares
Feeling his shares of the profit on
A five hundred million dollar market
Where children are regarded as product
And traded like stock tips
And raped for the sake of a pocket
His laptop sits like a window into Constance′s room
Where he exits cause it's almost noon
And he′s expecting his wife home soon with new clothes for the baby
She'd be angry if he saw his new lady
A thirteen year old Filipino named Constance
Trust me girl God has not forgotten
He knew Mary Magdalene and the woman at the well
He knows everything that happens and in his arms she fell