Who You Are Lyrics

Come to send, not condescend
Transcendental consequence
Is to transcend where we are
Who are we? Who we are
Trampled moss on your soul
Changes all you're a part
Seen it all, not at all
Can't defend fucked up men
Take me for a ride before we leave

Avalanche falling fast
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