Eyes on your feet Every step synced to the sounds around Of constant beating rhythm As if the flesh was torn from your back The all-surrounding doubt The global breath on your neck Everyone that trudges next to you Is supposed to chant one thing; Repent, Repent, Repent, Repent Penance is bittersweet Sweet to the Shepherd And Bitter to the sheep You're always Eager To lend a helping hand To those mending your whip Chained to the ground Not allowed to look back, or slow down Used to the sound Of the preaching crowd Preaching hate and doubt The taste of penance Is so, so sweet Too bad it's bitter To the fucking sheep Penance is bittersweet Sweet to the Shepherd And Bitter to the sheep You're always Eager To lend a helping hand To those mending your whip Mending your whip