Mysteries of the Unexplained

Mysteries of the Unexplained,
A scull wears no smile nor frown,
Caught up like a ball and chain,
Are you ready to stare your worst fears down.

Ninety Five percent can be explained,
By the knowing and the wise,
It's the other five percent of which I can't refrain,
To speculate and fantasize.

Soon these things become so real,
Nothing conjured fair or wrong,
It's simply cause of what I feel,
Imagine what your memory takes along.

Ninety Five percent can be explained,
By the knowing and the wise,
It's the other five percent of which I can't refrain,
To speculate and fantasize.

Afraid to stay up late at night,
An apparition takes its form,
It's bound to give you such a fright,
Imagination takes my mind by storm.

Ninety Five percent can be explained,
By the knowing and the wise,
It's the other five percent of which I can't refrain,
To speculate and fantasize.

Mysteries of the Unexplained,
A scull wears no smile nor frown,
Caught up like a ball and chain,
Are you ready to stare your worst fears down.