Come to send. Not condescend.

Transcendent to consequences.

To transcend where we are.

Who are we? Who we are.



Trampled marks 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 marks before mentioned words.



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.