come to send not condesend
transcendental consequences
to trancend where we are
who are we?
who we are
trampled moss on your soul
changes all you're a part
seen it all
not at all
can't defend fucked up men (or: can't defend the command ???)
stay for awhile before we leave
circumstance
clappin' hands
guiding winds
happenstance
off the track in the mud
that's the moss
in the aforementioned verse
