We all have come close
But do we ever die?
The ones who seem to get so far
Don't say that word

So it's second-hand
It's an inference
It's arithmetic

We learned a dying tongue
To keep our secrets safe
But there is no speech these weathered walls
Can't understand
Still the odds are on the cheaper man

I looked the other way
When my brother went and lost his mind
I looked the other way
When my captain turned against his creed
And sold all his sacred shares to me