Brutus
Oh, how we've raged
And torn our bodies apart
With free drugs that help us to appreciate
Minute and otherwise indecipherable
Aspects of some art-type shit
So, tell me
How was the masterpiece?
All object, no glowing underneath?
Dead fireflies float in my mind's eye
As the glow continues to fade but still hangs around
Brutus would never stab me in the back
No, he'd stab me in the chest like a true friend
Brutus would never stab me in the back
No, he'd stab me in the chest like a true friend
And torn our bodies apart
With free drugs that help us to appreciate
Minute and otherwise indecipherable
Aspects of some art-type shit
So, tell me
How was the masterpiece?
All object, no glowing underneath?
Dead fireflies float in my mind's eye
As the glow continues to fade but still hangs around
Brutus would never stab me in the back
No, he'd stab me in the chest like a true friend
Brutus would never stab me in the back
No, he'd stab me in the chest like a true friend
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Writer(s): Sean Burdeaux
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