The Republic Of Wolves Arithmetic On The Frontier Lyrics

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