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, *** 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
03:01
00:30
05:08
05:04
