Come to send
not condescend
Transcendental
consequence
is to transcend
where we are
Who are we?
who we are
Trampled moss
on your souls
Changes all
you're upon
Seen it all
not at all
Can't defend
f****d up man
Take me a
for a ride
before we leave....
Circumstance
clapping hands
Driving winds
happenstance
On the track
in the mud
That's the moss
in the
aforementioned words
Just a little time
before we leave....
Stop light
plays it's part
So I would say
you've got a part
What's your part?
who you are
you are who
who you are