Seven Minutes Fast

So the hangman wears a watch the size of Texas on his wrist
With a bullhorn strapped to the face of it
To be sure you can hear it tick
And he keeps it set exactly seven minutes fast
To make you think it's later than it really is
Till you live like it's always been
Too scared to move even downhill but getting bored with standing still
Even this empty I believe I've had my fill
Of debating the meaning

Next clear night, point your eyes to the sky
A billion stars each one a sun and
Any number of planets could be orbiting them

The good, the bad, the sane, the mad ain't drawn in concrete lines
You said yourself we all must sell our souls or our minds
Just know all deeds done beneath this sun were done long before your time
And one man's virtue is some man's crime
And no man makes it out alive
I breathe seven times for every minute that passes over my eyes
If I'm lucky I might get a couple hundred million in my life
I trade four hundred breaths for seventy dimes
Spend it all in traffic, reading signs
And waiting on green lights

I was up last night weeding wrong from right
Parables of Christ running through my mind
Something about money due at harvest time

So the hangman wears a watch the size of Texas on his wrist
With a bullhorn strapped to the face of it