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