Ghostlimb - Traverse текст песни

Having no idea that their friend was dead
the three of them went hard as they could
into the desert before
fire rained down on their heads
what could they have done
to deserve this treatment
for every debt and deal we make under false pretense
it's an account receivable in someone else's blood
we're all familiar
that the aim of power
is to retain power
in the process
those on ground level become the ochre mortar
bonding detritus
together
twenty four months later
eight thousand miles away
endless chances lost
what can be said
but forced apologies

Context:
Traverse
Whatever way an occupying force attempts to subvert its enemy will undoubtedly result in at least some level of collateral damage, surfacing in the form of accidental deaths, detainment and even friendly fire. This addresses those whose liberties are suspended and lives forever changed during times of deferred civil law.