Who you are

Come to send. Not condescend.
Transcendent to consequences.
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.
Take me for a ride before we leave.

Circumstance. Clapping hands.
A driving winds. Happenstance.
Off the track, in the mud.
That’s the marks before mentioned words.

And a little… Wow… And a little…

Just a little time before we leave.
Stop light 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.