Paroles de Who You Are

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 fucked up man Take me for a ride before we leave Circumstance, clapping hands Driving 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 part What's your part? Who you are You are who, who you are