Afterparty At The Actor's Estate

We said, we said we meant business

And you, you saw it first hand

The evidence sleeps in ditches

And it's caked on our hands

The doctor, the broken neck

The archer stands atop the architect

And breathes through one last cigarette

He says: Though these weren't the best of times

We made the best of it

And tonight we're fingerpainting everything red

How quickly, how quickly we forget

Where we came from

It's so sickening, he better not forget

Where those stains came from

He says: I remember

But these won't get the best of me

He says: This is nothing new to me

We're so strong enough to show them that

These are just the moments when friends turn foes

Enemies just cast you off and watch you float away

Go to the house of the actor's, we'll drink that blood

And celebrate after we break down that door

Settling the score with a pain that

Has never been inflicted before

Those times were too much for me

My heart is so stuck in my throat

That my tongue is on my sleeve again

I've stepped on so many toes that

Believe me, I cannot keep track of them all

The heart is like a hand grenade

We waited to patiently

Long enough to show them that

These are just the moments when friends turn foes

Our enemies will laugh it off and let it go

We write it off as history down

We cannot forget this and you cannot dismiss this

So savour it whole

Don't question it

The best of times is just two steps away

We're fingerpainting everything red