Miss Little Insane

I hear no sound, but I feel your thunder

Take no offence but I see the code is blue

Now you've finally broken through

Somebody told me that your

Name is Wanda

So motivated, that you burned your own tattoo

Now it's where or when or who?

You are the last messiah

The steeple, church and spire

Say goodbye to the summer

In the mornin' rain

Don't know what's come over you

There's something wrong with your brain

You've been dyin' in vain

You're miss little insane

We need to do an intervention

Someone should put the fear of god in you

What are you going through?

Now can you tell me

Give me confirmation

Or am I dreaming is the speculation true

Did you make a bitches brew

You are the last messiah

The steeple, church and spire