Jaeti - Pain Lyrics

She hears him tip toeing, into her bed chamber
She sees what he doesn't see
She sees what's in his anger
She feels what's unseen
The cold sting of his zipper
The woman is long gone
Behind the burn of his clippers
Rips and tears
Heartbeat, blinks, and stares
It's lonely out there
It's unfair
But no one cares
Drip drop
Again and again
Repeated a trend
That's the sound of the rain against her window
That's the sound of the rain against her window
That's the sound of the rain against her window
Pain
In her mental
Power transferred
Blank stares and empty slurs
Take back the hurt
Please
Under these thick hips
And round thighs
Is a child
Old man
Hit her with a... smile
Then away into wonderland
Cash rules
Hand to hand
State to state
City to city
Motel to van
To motel
Oh well
Other things are more important
For every pleasure we enjoy
Somebody suffers for it
The sound of the ghetto
The beatings
That never let go
The do what he said
Cause he said so
Hell to the hello
Everything above and what's below
She doesn't want to live
But what does she know
My view from the keyhole
As the world turns
Some things never seem to change
That's the sound of the rain against her window
That's the sound of the rain against her window
That's the sound of the rain against her window
Pain

She hears him tip toeing, into her bed chamber
She sees what he doesn't see
She sees what's in his anger
She feels what's unseen
The cold sting of his zipper
The woman is long gone
Behind the burn of his clippers
Rips and tears
Heartbeat, blinks, and stares
It's lonely out there
It's unfair
But no one cares
Drip drop
Again and again
Repeated a trend
That's the sound of the rain against her window
That's the sound of the rain against her window
That's the sound of the rain against her window
Pain
In her mental
Power transferred
Blank stares and empty slurs
Take back the hurt
Please
Under these thick hips
And round thighs
Is a child
Old man
Hit her with a... smile
Then away into wonderland
Cash rules
Hand to hand
State to state
City to city
Motel to van
To motel
Oh well
Other things are more important
For every pleasure we enjoy
Somebody suffers for it
The sound of the ghetto
The beatings
That never let go
The do what he said
Cause he said so
Hell to the hello
Everything above and what's below
She doesn't want to live
But what does she know
My view from the keyhole
As the world turns
Some things never seem to change
That's the sound of the rain against her window
That's the sound of the rain against her window
That's the sound of the rain against her window
Pain