The Devil Always Wins

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Diadem

A diadem is a type of crown, specifically an ornamental headband worn by monarchs and others as a badge of royalty. The word derives from the Greek διάδημα diádēma, "band" or "fillet", from διαδέω diadéō, "I bind round", or "I fasten".The term originally referred to the embroidered white silk ribbon, ending in a knot and two fringed strips often draped over the shoulders, that surrounded the head of the king to denote his authority. Such ribbons were also used to crown victorious athletes in important sports games in antiquity. It was later applied to a metal crown, generally in a circular or "fillet" shape. For example, the crown worn by Queen Juliana of the Netherlands was a diadem, as was that of a baron later (in some countries surmounted by three globes)… more »

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Born unto trouble and the pressure never gets to him
Took a right hook
But the pain wasn't listening
He's gotta get back on the horse
Even though it's gonna kick him off again
With no surprise
He's got whisky on his breath
hands are reaching out
Knows he brought it on himself
But he's even keeled
No matter where he's been
Cause the devil always wins
With no surprise
Feeling so at home
In a daze of subconscious choice
Say yes to the bottle
Perpetuate the vicious cycle
Feeling all alone
Surrounded by people he loves
Till he finds his place in the sky
Or buried deep and fast asleep
Or nothingness presides
These hands hold all there is to know
An unholy descent
A mantra that
Will make ruin of everything
The ground will reclaim what it's owed
As life begins again
Another man
His lot cast yet unforeseen
Born unto trouble and his hope is now a vestige
Took the right pill but the pain wasn't listening
He's gotta get back on the horse
Even though the wheel will spin around and round
With no surprise
He's got whisky on his breath
Heart is racing now
Cause he knows he still has time
But it's running out
No matter brave or bold
The curtains always close
With no surprise
Feeling so at home
In a daze of subconscious choice
Say yes to the bottle
Perpetuate the vicious cycle
Feeling all alone
A boredom that numbs to the bone
Till he finds his place in the sky
Or buried deep and fast asleep
Or nothingness presides
A cry from soil down below
A life born to resent
The power that
Will bring ruin to everything
The ground will reclaim what it's owed
As life begins again
Another man
His lot cast yet unforeseen
These hands hold all there is to know
An unholy descent
A mantra that
Will make ruin of everything
The ground will reclaim what it's owed
As life begins again
Another man
His lot cast yet unforeseen
These hands hold all there is to know
An unholy descent
A mantra that
Will make ruin of everything

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