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 $#&@ed up man
take me a for a ride before we leave...

circumstance, clapping hands
driving winds, happenstance
off the track, in the mud

that's the moss in the aforementioned verse
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