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
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
