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 ground so 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
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 As I hear the horses drawing close
 Over all the corpses we loved most
 I'll never see them, oh, I'll never see them
 I'll never see them, oh, I never see them
 There's a figure watching from the knoll
 All the myths and stories we were told
 I'll never listen, I'll never listen
 I'll never listen, oh, I never listen