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