home Misha B. Routine, another sweet nightmare. Rise from the mist 'coz I don't wanna be here (no). How do I, where do I go?. Why oh why cant I not say noo?. Lost in it for a moment, (lost in it for
{There, there, there, there} Put aside the everyday world and come with us. Into the realm of imagination. The middle ground between light and shadow. Incomprehensible U N K L E Would've