The Role کے بول

He's a sick and frightened little man Head full with visions of grandeur She puts his needs before her own Though he could never stand her He made it clear she was his property On the day they were married Spurts of violence keep her in control And killed the child that she carried She doesn't question or resist Kept in her place with iron fist Social positions sold and bought Each play the role that they were taught She plays the object on her knees Sucking his insecurities Man has the power and control She is submissive and does as she's told Now and then she feels emptiness So she put paint on her face It gives a sense of security Knowing she fits her place Bound her feel like a china doll With ideals instead of tape A catatonic subservient For her master to rape It's a man's world isn't it? Social positions sold and bought