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 a part
Seen it all, not at all
Can't defend, fuck the man
Take me for a ride, before we leave
Avalanche, falling fast
Guidin' winds, happenstance
Off the track, in the mud
That's the moss, in the fore-mentioned verse
Just a little time, before we leave
Stop light plays its part
So I would say you've got a heart
What's your part? Who you are
You are who? Who you are