Mute کے بول

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