Come to send, not condescend

Transcendental consequences, to transcend

Where we are, who are we?, who we are



Trampled moss, on your soul

Changes all, your apart

Seen it all, not at all

Can't defend the command



Take me for a ride before we leave

Circumstance, clapping hands

A-driving winds, happenstance

Off the track, in the mud

That's the moss in the aforementioned verse



miraculous, and a little



Just a little time, before we leave

Stoplight, plays its part

So I would say, you've got a part

Whats your part?

Who you are, you are who, who you are