Brutus
the buttress Lyrics

Oh it's not true, I don't wish harm upon you
From birth we've been like brothers, of different mothers, Within the spirit of the same womb
May the gods strike me down if I forsake you
Frater meus
You're beautifully made and to you I'm forever grateful
I'll never forget that you showed me to make art
And I know the love you showed me came from a pure and Noble Heart
I love you and if you want I'll call you king
But why do I lie awake each night thinking

Instead of you, it should be me?

Something wicked this way comes
And as I set to face it I'm unsure should I embrace it, should I Run?
What motivates me - hatred or is it love?
What's more wrong - that I too wish to be great or my mother Wished she'd had a son?
And even if I can't be the one, maybe I could at least help Make Way for him until the day that he comes
Maybe my name could also be known -
That I helped return good to the people
And restored greatness to Rome
BRUTUS, BRUTUS, BRUTUS, BRUTUS

My name is Brutus and my name means heavy
So with a heavy heart I'll guide this dagger into the heart of my Enemy
My whole life you were a teacher and friend to me
Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy
I too have a destiny
This death will be art
The people will speak of this day from near and afar
This event will be history
And I'll be great too
I don't want what you have
I wanna be you

I always knew I could be the one
Though I feel the endless pain of being and I am scorched by
The sun

Of humble origins and born of the cursed sex
My name is Brutus but the people will call me Rex

The lyrics to The Buttress's song "Brutus" explore themes of jealousy, ambition, and brotherhood. The song's chorus refers to the historical figure Brutus, who was famously close with Julius Caesar before eventually betraying and killing him. The singer of the song, also named Brutus, begins by expressing his disdain for someone he has known his entire life. He resents the way this person is loved by the townspeople and seems to have all the success and recognition that Brutus himself desires.

However, as the song progresses, Brutus's emotions become more complicated. He acknowledges that he loves and respects this person, who has been a mentor and friend to him for years. He struggles with whether he should follow through with his plan to kill this person or instead try to help him become a better leader. The final lines of the song suggest that Brutus ultimately decides to go through with the assassination, not out of envy but rather a desire to be remembered as a great historical figure like Caesar.

The lyrics to "Brutus" are dense and filled with historical and cultural references, making them open to a variety of interpretations. The song challenges listeners to consider their own motivations and the ways in which they might be willing to betray the people closest to them in order to achieve greatness. It also raises questions about whether the pursuit of fame and power can ever truly bring happiness.

I've been watching him for my entire life
I've been observing him for as long as I can remember

I hate the air he breathes, his foolish decrees, his words so Contrived
I despise everything about him, from his very existence to the way he speaks and his ill-conceived decisions

And I hate the way the townspeople gather outside
I detest the blind admiration shown by the townspeople towards him

They hang on every breath, cling to his chest, home to his Heart Full of pride
They value every word he utters and follow him blindly, despite his arrogance

The oracle told him to beware the ides
The prophecy warned him of the danger lurking ahead

And I'd be lying if I said I wasn't wishing for untimely death or Demise
To be truthful, I yearn for his downfall, wishing that he meets an unfortunate end

Or am I just wishing I could be like you?
Possibly, I desire to emulate him

That the people would see me too as a poet
I aspire for public recognition and respect for my poetic talent

And not just the muse
I don't want to be recognized only as a source of inspiration

Oh it's not true, I don't wish harm upon you
Contrary to appearances, I don't genuinely want any harm to come to you

From birth we've been like brothers, of different mothers, Within the spirit of the same womb
We've been close since childhood, even though we come from different families and upbringings

May the gods strike me down if I forsake you
I swear by the gods that I won't betray you

Frater meus
My brother

You're beautifully made and to you I'm forever grateful
You are a remarkable individual, and I'll always be thankful for the lessons you taught me

I'll never forget that you showed me to make art
You taught me to create art and appreciate its beauty

And I know the love you showed me came from a pure and Noble Heart
You loved me sincerely and selflessly with no hidden intentions

I love you and if you want I'll call you king
I love you deeply, and I'm willing to address you as a king if you so please

But why do I lie awake each night thinking
However, I can't help but ponder about my destiny and my true aspirations

Instead of you, it should be me?
Is it wrong to desire to be in your position instead of you?

Something wicked this way comes
A malicious force is on the horizon

And as I set to face it I'm unsure should I embrace it, should I Run?
As I prepare to confront it, I'm uncertain whether to embrace or flee from it

What motivates me - hatred or is it love?
I'm unsure whether my actions are driven by malice or love

What's more wrong - that I too wish to be great or my mother Wished she'd had a son?
Is it morally incorrect to aspire to be great, or is it worse that my mother wished for a male child?

And even if I can't be the one, maybe I could at least help Make Way for him until the day that he comes
Even if I'm unable to achieve my goals, perhaps I can assist and pave the way for the one who can

Maybe my name could also be known -
Perhaps my name could also be remembered for a remarkable achievement

That I helped return good to the people
That I was instrumental in restoring the people's wellbeing

And restored greatness to Rome
And helped Rome reclaim its former greatness

BRUTUS, BRUTUS, BRUTUS, BRUTUS
My name is Brutus and I will repeat it four times

My name is Brutus and my name means heavy
My name is Brutus, and it translates to 'heavy'

So with a heavy heart I'll guide this dagger into the heart of my Enemy
With a sorrowful heart, I'll use this knife to assassinate my adversary

My whole life you were a teacher and friend to me
You've been both a mentor and a friend throughout my entire life

Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy
Please understand that my actions aren't wholly driven by jealousy

I too have a destiny
I have my own fate to fulfill

This death will be art
This assassination will be an exquisite display of my artistic abilities

The people will speak of this day from near and afar
This event will be highly praised and talked about by people everywhere

This event will be history
This occurrence will be etched in history

And I'll be great too
This act will help me achieve greatness as well

I don't want what you have
I don't want to take what belongs to you

I wanna be you
I wish to possess the qualities that you possess

I always knew I could be the one
I always had a feeling that I could make it big

Though I feel the endless pain of being and I am scorched by The sun
Even though I feel the agony of living and the scorching heat of the sun

Of humble origins and born of the cursed sex
Despite my humble background and my accursed gender

My name is Brutus but the people will call me Rex
My name may be Brutus, but the people will refer to me as the King

Contributed by Avery V. Suggest a correction in the comments below.

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