Nothing to say for the last time
And climbing the ladder somewhere out to really begin to scare
Ponder this while we ponder why
It's still only morning
We may not need any
That the cleverest acting
You poor little Antisaint

You poor little Antisaint
Was the lying by you
Hold the lion until it's fed
Lying by you

Shall we sever everything?
You poor little Antisaint
Assurance is what they need
The stakes are too low
Could we never feel?
Just want to sink his will
You poor little Antisaint
He's starting to follow crows

You poor little Antisaint

You poor little Antisaint

Lying by you
You poor little Antisaint

Slowly starts to show
With a fine tooth comb
And plotting to clear the grounds

Like a predator's prey in the cold
And if you could tell
You poor little Antisaint
But the fly's surfaced
You poor little Antisaint
You poor little Antisaint