Afterparty at the Actors Estate

We said we meant business and you saw it first

Hand. the evidence sleeps in ditches, and it's

Caked on our hands. the doctor. the broken necks.

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 we forget where we came

From. it's sickening. he better not forget where

Those stains came from. he says "i remember,

But these won't get the best of me. 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 i cannot keep

Track of them all. the heart is like a hand

Grenade. we waited so 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, but 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 finger

Painting everything red.