Arithmetic on the Frontier

We all have come close,
But do we ever die?
The one's who seem to get so far
Don't say that word so it's secondhand and inferenced

We learned a dying tone, woah
To keep our secrets safe
But there is no screech these weathered woes can't understand
So the odds are out
And the sheep are men(?)

I looked the other way
When my bother 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