The After
 作词 : Adam Gubman/Sage X Price
 作曲 : Adam Gubman
 编曲 : Adam Gubman
 制作人 : Adam Gubman
This costume fits.
Bold colors, let's express it!
We'll paint it red,
Cut deep, a new aesthetic
Don't forget it,
I am not a scripted actor,
Not your puppet, not my master,
I can thrive, my new creations
On the wings of ever afters
inherent in the lack of breath
Your fallacies have led to this!
Don't let it get to my head
Pause, think, instead….
So I gotta take a minute in the thick of it
and reflect upon the story and the final twist
While the knife creates a door, a sort of reclamation
I fear there is no joy in simple transformation
But a whisper in my ear from future selves becoming
More myself than I have been when I was just a nothing
When an orphan reeks of talent, yet is wrought in sadnes,
A solitaire, a masterpiece, a crimson shade of madness?
So I stuck to my ideals, and watched you all unravel
And the years taught me to question every lie you'd peddle
And I knew that if I wanted change, I had to meddle
Burnt it all right to the ground, and it helped me settle.
I am free
What I choose to be, when I
Cut away the shadows holding back my dreams,
And if I ever fail, I'll be an idol still!
I will rise renewed, Creator,
Slick precision, artist's vision, plant the seeds
And what will grow, will grow while crimson flows,
This is my duty to create enigmatic fate!
Every picture that I've ever painted
Has been a twisted joke, a way to comprehend my fate and,
Now you're standing lonely with no troupe behind you,
This is you, exactly how I thought I'd find you…
Tho your words and all your actions caused internal crisis,
Tragodia, I came to understand where I sit!
And when you fall, it's hard and wet, and full of years of no regret
I question if it's really worth the pain your words beget,
Your soul in debt, despite a moments satiation - the cold hell of manipulation.
Does it take a shadow, flickering with light to show me?
or a flower bathed in white to dance to get me growing?
Does it take a blade to cut through all the lies forgotten,
The soul's a tricky thing, at times, it can be rotten.
Is it evil that I found you out and left you bleeding?
A bitter taste from all the bile when I helped stop you breathing?
Wandering Victoria, with ghosts behind me,
A sick parade of silence with my anger rising?
Sorry if I left you stunned and waiting in the lobby,
Sorry if I wrote new lines, all the old ones stale and corny,
Sorry if the curtain opened up to shocking repertory,
Intermissions over, and we're wrapping up my story!
I am free
What I choose to be, when I
Cut away the shadows holding back my dreams,
And if I ever fail, I'll be an idol still!
I will rise renewed, Creator,
Slick precision, artist's vision, plant the seeds
And what will grow, will grow while crimson flows,
This is my duty to create enigmatic fate!
This is not an outro It's a new beginning.
Not a win or lose, it's about committing.
This is my ovation as you make your exit,
No revelation, it's the prime directive
Stop thinking you're immune to a falling action
If you want a denumont, I can make it happen!
Now I take the pen and ink, for a brand new chapter,
Now I write the epilogue, my forever after
I am making changes and you know the shoe fits
This is now my story I've created it…I'VE CREATED IT!