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