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 soul Seen it all, not at all Changes all, you're apart 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 Stoplight 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 You are who, who you are Are you who, who you are You are who, who you are Are you who, who you are Or you could be Are you who, who you are You are who, who you are Are you who, who you are You are who, who you are