CHEVELLE - Antisaint lyrics

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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 comb the grounds with a fine tooth

You poor little antisaint.

You poor little antisaint.

Nothing to say for the last time.

Just want to think it will.

Like a crowded affray in the cold,

slowly starts to show.

Assurance is what we need.

Hold the lion until it's fed.

We'll stand by in mourning,

let the flies surface.

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 clever is dancing.

Was the lion by you,

lion by you,

lion by you?

You poor little antisaint.

You poor little antisaint.

You poor little antisaint.

You poor little antisaint.

Thanks to Clyde for these lyrics