Mute (Youth Lagoon)

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. 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. I never listen, I never listen.