A much maligned cloak of secrecy
thrown over arms holding my heart
The knife in the back replaced
by a dagger of piercing truths
Speak hands, for me
as my lips tremble with lies
Et tu Brute? Then fall Caesar
Then let collapse this world of byes
Lover/Caesar now be still
I killed not thee with half as good a will
Rip apart this futile corpse
let the blameless fingers point
vile daggers, torn shrouds
Stained hands this body anoint
let the pointless fingers blame
your cloak and dagger routine on shame
The knife in the back replaced
by a dagger of piercing truths
thrown over arms holding my heart
The knife in the back replaced
by a dagger of piercing truths
Speak hands, for me
as my lips tremble with lies
Et tu Brute? Then fall Caesar
Then let collapse this world of byes
Lover/Caesar now be still
I killed not thee with half as good a will
Rip apart this futile corpse
let the blameless fingers point
vile daggers, torn shrouds
Stained hands this body anoint
let the pointless fingers blame
your cloak and dagger routine on shame
The knife in the back replaced
by a dagger of piercing truths