Antisaint

Antisaint
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 search 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.
La canción 'Antisaint' de Chevelle nos sumerge en un viaje emocional donde se cuestiona la autoría de nuestros destinos, planteando la posibilidad de cortar lazos e iniciar de nuevo...