We said we meant business and you saw it first hand. nThe evidence sleeps in ditches, and it's caked on our hands. nThe doctor. The broken necks. nThe archer stands atop the architect and breathes through one last cigarette. nHe says Though these weren't the best of times, nwe made the best of it, and tonight we're fingerpainting everything red. nHow quickly we forget where we came from. nIt's sickening. He better not forget where those stains came from. nHe says I remember, but these won't get the best of me. nThis is nothing new to me. nWe're so strong enough to show them that these are just the moments when friends turn foes. nEnemies just cast you off and watch you float away. nGo to the house of the actor's. nWe'll drink that blood, and celebrate after we break down that door. nSettling the score with a pain that has never been inflicted before. nThose times were too much for me. nMy heart is so stuck in my throat that my tongue is on my sleeve again. nI've stepped on so many toes that I cannot keep track of them all. nThe heart is like a hand grenade. We waited so patiently. nLong enough to show them that these are just the moments when friends turn foes. nOur enemies will laugh it off and let it go. nWe write it off as history, but we cannot forget this and you cannot dismiss this. nSo savour it whole. Don't question it. nThe best of times is just two steps away. nWe're finger painting everything red.n