“Quantity over quality”, the slave master said.
The young girl quivered, held up her hand.
“Better find a good one, or you’ll be dead”
For in the business of rubies, there’s much demand.

The young girl quivered, held up her hand,
“There’s no more left” she swore, shaking her head.
For in the business of rubies, there’s much demand.
“Are you telling me lies?” he questioned, filling her with dread.

“There’s no more left” she swore, shaking her head.
Shaking so much she could barely stand.
“Are you telling me lies?” he questioned filling her with dread.
“No please, not again” she cried as he raised his hand.

Shaking so much, she could barely stand,
He laughed at her whimpers, as she in front of him bled.
“No please, not again” she cried as he raised his hand.
Blood the color of rubies, mixing with the tears that she shed.

He laughed at her whimpers as she in front of him bled.
“Better find a good one or you’ll be dead”
Blood the color of rubies, mixing with the tears that she shed.
“Quantity over quality”, the slave master said.