Chevelle - Antisaint - live at the metro, chicago, il lyrics

Visit again white elephant Who sent you to the loom? Shall we sever everything? Ponder this while we ponder why He's starting to follow crows And climbing the ladder somewhere out to really begin to scare And plotting to clear the grounds With a fine tooth comb You poor little Antisaint You poor little Antisaint Nothing to say for the last time Just want to sink his will Like a predator's prey in the cold Slowly starts to show Assurance is what they need Hold the lion until it's fed It's still only morning But the fly's surfaced You poor little Antisaint You poor little Antisaint You poor little Antisaint You poor little Antisaint The stakes are too low We may not need any Could we never feel? And if you could tell That the cleverest acting Was the lying by you Lying by you Lying by you You poor little Antisaint You poor little Antisaint You poor little Antisaint You poor little Antisaint