Texty: Pearl Jam. No Code. Who You Are.

Come to send
Not condescend
Transcendental consequence
Is to transcend, where we are
Who are we? Who we are

Trampled marrs 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
Guidin' winds
Happenstance
Off the track, in the mud
Patch the marrs, in the 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