Diadem Lyrics - Singles - The Gathering Field

She wears her sex like a crown 

She tears the little boys to pieces 

When they come around 

She's pretty like a magazine 

I am her victim 

And how she loves to watch me bleed 

But when she smiles 

Once in a while 

Without the meanness 

Without the style 

And I can see 

The fine woman she can be 

I take my place in line 

Suffer her design 

Waiting for my diadem to shine 

I don't know what I'm going to do 

She robs my reason, 

And rest assured she knows it, too 

If I were stronger I would leave 

A righteous treason 

O'er which I know she would not grieve 

But when she smiles... 

The morning comes and I descend 

Down from my dream state, 

to the car around the bend 

The Blue horizon beckons me 

The crowded freeway 

Takes me to my destiny