Mute

Living in a 3D world

Where the clock is in control

He sits on his throne on top of my wrist

And tells me what I know

The devil tries to plague my mind

But he can't quite get inside

I'll place my jar in a burial grounds

That only I can find

Winding up the back road hill

looking for God's acre still

And just when I gave up, a headstone was seen

Near the top of the military kill

As I hear the horses drawing close

Over all the corpses we loved most

But I never see them, I never seen them

I never see them

There's a figure watching from the knoll

All the myths and stories we were told

But I never listen, I never listen

I never listen