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- 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.

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