He who sent me is trustworthy, 
and what I have heard from him I tell the world.
–Jesus Christ in John 8:26 (NIV)–

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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 anti-saint
You poor little anti-saint

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 anti-saint
You poor little anti-saint
You poor little anti-saint
You poor little anti-saint

The stakes are too low
We may not need any
Of course, we never feared
Well and if you couldn’t tell
The cleverest acting
Was the lying by you
Lying by you
Lying by you

You poor little anti-saint
You poor little anti-saint
You poor little anti-saint
You poor little anti-saint

–Chevelle, “Antisaint”–