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 clappin' hands

A driving winds happenstance

Off the track in the mud

That's the marks before mentioned words

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