come to send not condesend
transcendental consequences
to trancend where we are
who are we?
who we are
trampled moss on your soul
changes all you're a part
seen it all
not at all
can't defend fucked up men (or: can't defend the command ???)
stay for awhile before we leave
circumstance
clappin' hands
guiding winds
happenstance
off the track in the mud
that's the moss
in the aforementioned verse
and the wind...
there's little time
before we leave
stop light plays its part
so i would say you've got a heart
whats your part
who you are
you are who
who you are