| Come to send Not condescend Transcendental consequence As to transcend, where we are Who are we? Who are we Trampled marrs on your souls Changes all, you're a part Seen it all, not at all Can't defend, fuck the man Take me for a ride, before we leave Circumstance Clappin' hands Guidin' winds Happenstance Off the track, in the mud Patch the marrs, in the aforementioned verse Just a little time, before we leave Stop light plays it's part So I would say you've got a heart What's your part? Who you are You are who, who you are |
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