Lyrics:

Come to send, not condescend
Transcendent to consequences
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 fucked up men

Take me for a ride before we leave

Circumstance, clampin' hands
A driving wind's happenstance
Off the track, in the mud
That's the moss in the aforementioned verse

(And a little)
(Wow!)
And a little

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