Il testo della Without armor

Walking without armor amongst men with swords for tongues
I find that this conception of what our lives really mean to be malleable.
So let the new debasers trample the works of des cartes
And thoreau in a desperate attempt to justify their own uselessness.
Et tu, brute?
Who once stood by my side and smiled?
Maybe as i spit my last breath there will be clarity
And the "straight path" will be revealed.
Et tu, brute?