The Reason - Afterparty At the Actor's 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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