Come To Send Not Condescend
Transcendental 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 The Command...
Take Me A For A Ride Before We Leave...
Circumstance Clappin' Hands...
A Driving Winds Happenstance...
Off The Track In The Mud...
That's The Moss In The Aforementioned Verse...
...miraculous...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...