Spirit of the Unknown

I need you
like the flower
need the rain


Filling up the empty
space in your mind
I can find places
you'll never find
I can make your
eyes go blind
They call me the
spirit of the unknown
Or an forgotten
wishful clone
I'm older than
the oldest stone
Your the one
I'll make my own
I'll do everything for you
even break my cheekbone
When the end comes near
I'll die alone
At the end of the
day its all about
her


The slow-train to death
is waiting for me
I only have to hop on
& take the ride
The trip to the
other side