Mute

Living in a 3-D 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 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