Mute - Youth Lagoon

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 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, I never listen.