The inner side of What an honor Throw down my Expression Bright brown eyes You found this bigger frame inside a mass I don't know what I might love inside a mass I wake up reading something with the flashlight Inside a mass Inside, inside, inside It's not time to go inside this mass Inside this mass It's not I don't know what I love I live in lucidity So write with your fingers, pal A life in lucidity So write with your fingers Now I just have to go The sad on has died I love your fingers And that's just how that goes That's just how that goes And all this is system The sad on has died I love your fingers Now I have to go And all this is system Redeemed in light I love the triggers But they have to die And all that she's typing The sad one died I don't feel anything It feels so... Had to leave All that's just money The sad one had died I don't feel anything This person had to leave Lucidité