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 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 seen 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

Written by: Trevor Powers
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