Chevelle Follow

Visit again white elephant
Who sent you to 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 cover the ground with a fight.

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 we 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,
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.