The Ides of March (Et tu, Bruté?)

It’s been so long my mind is really weary
Been so long my life is really dreary
And I’m waiting for a sign to come through;
So tell me what’s a man like me to do?

And I’m searching for a victory
As I look out on the land
I’ve faced so many tragedies
No one understands

But The Ides of March
Is the time I will be free
When I feel the wound and
I meet my destiny
And I thought that I’d have
Something more to say
As my soul is laid to rest;
"Et tu Bruté?" (Et tu Bruté)

An old woman came and gave to me a warning,
She saw in the stars an empire falling;
And for The Ides of March to beware;
But I didn’t want to know, I didn’t care…

So I trusted in the friends I had
And I found out way too late
That deep behind their smiling eyes
Was jealousy and hate

But The Ides of March
Is the time I will be free
When I feel the wound
And I meet my destiny
And I thought that I’d have
Something more to say
As my soul is laid to rest;
Et tu Bruté? (Et tu Bruté)

(Guitar solo)

Words & Music by: John Jace & Mark Regula – (ASCAP)
From the album: ‘How Much More?’ by Ivory Tower Project
©℗2016 Guerrilla Records-NY + Rockamagula Music - (ASCAP)
Lyrics used by permission.