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 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
A guidin' winds, happenstance
Off the track in the mud
That's the moss, 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?