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Come to send
Not condescend
Transcendental consequence
Is to transcend, where we are
Who are we? Who we are
Trampled marrs on your souls
Changes all, you're a part
Seen it all, not at all
Can't defend, fuck the man
Take me for a ride, Before we leave
Circumstance
Clappin' hands
Guidin' winds
Happenstance
Off the track, in the mud
Patch the marrs, in the aforementioned verse
Just a little time, Before we leave
Stop light plays its part
So I would say you've got a heart
What's your part? Who you are
You are who, who you are