Who You Are

Come to send. Not condescend
Transcendent to consequences
To transcend where we are
Who are we? Who we are

Trampled moss on your souls
Changes, all you're a part
Seen it all. Not at all
Can't defend fucked up men

Take me for a ride before we leave

Circumstance. Clapping hands
A driving winds. Happenstance
Off the track, in the mud
That's the moss in the aforementioned verse

And a little... Wow... And a little
Just a little time before we leave

Stop light plays its part
So I would say you've got a part
What's your part? Who you are
You are who who you are