Come to send. Not condescend Transcendent to consequences To transcend where we are Who are we? Who we are Trampled marks on your souls Changes, all you're a part Seen it all. Not at all Can't defend f**ed up men Take me for a ride before we leave Circumstance. Clapping hands A driving winds. Happenstance Off the track, in the mud That's the mark in the aforementioned verse And a little... Wow... And a little... 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