The Penance Stare

One man stands to be hanged Twelve were not hung Two feet sway in the wind Twenty-four on the floor Four hands for the body Two for the spade Six feet below the ground Still two remained Take what you stole from the gallows Keep it close to your chest, count to ten Blindfolded and pacing 'round the cycle What price would you pay to exonerate If you see the light of day, would you dare to tempt my gaze One man stands Coin in hand He'll pay the toll All things be damned One man stands Petty is as petty does But penance stares into what once was Huh Take what you stole from the gallows Eight paces away from your grave Damned to be consumed by death Take what you stole from the gallows Six feet separate you and I Blindfolded and pacing 'round the cycle What price would you pay to exonerate If you see the light of day, would you dare to tempt my gaze Does it dig deep into your veins and wash away all of the blood that's spilled beneath the grain What do you stand for What makes a king Who holds the coin Is it he who pulls the strings F*ck What do you stand for What makes a king One man stands Coin in hand He'll pay the toll All things be damned One man stands Petty is as petty does But penance stares into what once was