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'd up man

Take me for a ride, Before we leave
Avalance
Falling Fast
Guidin' 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 heart
What's your part? Who you are
You are who, who you are