Vista previa
Come to send
Not condescend
Trancendental consesquence
Yes to transcend
Where we are
Who are we
Who we are
Trampled marks, on your souls
Changes all, youre a part
Seen it all, not at all
Cant defend
Fucked up men
See before i, before we leave
Circumstance, grabbing hands
Guidin winds have been stamped
Off the track, in the mud
Thats a must
If were to remember
Just a little time
Before we leave
Stoplight plays its part
So I will say, youve got a heart
Whats your part
Who you are
You are who
Who you are