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...
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
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... 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 Explain Request ×
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