This song, sung by interrogators and heard by one of their victims, is really about the American torture programme, and how that programme became normalised. In a larger sense, it's about difficult decisions - the difficult decision in this case not being to go along with criminal torture, making it de facto legal and a normal part of American governmental life, no. That was the easy decision. The difficult decision was to stand in the way of that freight train and sacrifice something to try to stop it.
Most Americans were onboard, cheering the train forward; both political parties and nearly the entire political class were, and still are. This becoming an American _good_ is one way in which we former superheroes, now Forces of Evil, refused to change; it's part of our downfall. We stood in front of that train. They didn't like that.
This is a deeply stripped down song, almost to nothing. One melodic instrument, played with axes and razors. Singing that's barely singing, more sung speech and chant, with the faintest hints of hiphop. Truth and Consequences alternate main vocals; use earbuds or good stereo for the full effect. Solarbird, the Lightbringer, is on mandolin; Conscience plays with sound effects in the ghost vocals, and Cold Hard Reality provides percussion that sounds like a body being beaten. Enjoy.
Where is your heaven and/who is your overlord?
What is your cover and/who has been protecting you?
Who are your teachers and/what are they showing you?
What do you swear upon and/who is it you want to be?
Where were you praying and/what were you dreaming of?
What is your vision and/who there has been guiding you?
Who are your heroes? how/do they inspire you?
What are you thinking? That you/hope that you can hide from me?
What for the love of heaven will you do, when they
Find all the answers being blocked to you, and
What are you seeking when you look inside the mirrors
Glaring their visions that you cannot see?
Where in the depths of heaven will you lie when you
know all that righteous fury grants to you, and
Where will you burrow when you're told to buy every
blow bringing further victory into view?
Who in the moment will you know to be, when the
Blood being lathered flies across your view, and
Who in the moment will you choose to be, when the
Flesh being rendered isn't part of you?
Isn't it easier
Holding your silence and
Wouldn't you rather just
Go along another day and
No one is asking but
Everyone's won'dring, will you
Put down that puzzle box and
Quietly just walk away?