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, you're a part Seen it all, not at all Can't defend Fucked up men
See before i, before we leave Circumstance, grabbing hands Guidin' winds have been stamped Off the track, in the mud That's a must If we're to remember Just a little time Before we leave Stoplight plays it's part So I will say, you've got a heart What's your part Who you are You are who Who you are
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