The Gathering Field - Diadem lyrics

She wears her s** 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 a**ured 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