Behind the Wall of Sleep

She had hair like Jeannie Shrimpton back in 1965 She had legs that never ended I was halfway paralyzed She was tall and cool and pretty and she dressed as black as coal If she asked me to I'd murder, I would gladly lose my soul Now I lie in bed and t

Wasp / Behind the Wall of Sleep Visions cupped within a flower Deadly petals with strange power Faces shine a deadly smile Look upon you at your trial Chill and numbs from head to toe Icy sun with frosty glow Words that grow read to your sorrow Words