The Ramblings Of A Madman...
Kain McBride

walking through the streets... finding holes in time... crouching over death... hiding all the time... running from the law... leading them to traps... running for your life... or just for fun mayhaps... i think i'll catch the train... or maybe take a bus... i'm running from nothing... hiding in the moss... i think there's someone here... looking down on me... always working hard... never wanting to see... i think i found the answer... to see, oh no to hear... i think i'll have a shower... but first i'll have a beer... i want to get real drunk... i want to find my self... i want to be in space... i want to hurt myself... i think i found a ryme... i don't know where it is... but it's not lost no more... it's somewhere, here it is... i'm looking through the trees... they're laughing down on me... maybe somewhere there... they'll stop and then they'll see... and something out in space... is looking for it's home... it doesn't know where it is... but it's thinking whilest i rome... the end is surely near... but near it is so far... for nothing's ever clear... not clear as the star... i think i found the truth... it's burried under sand... i was walking down the beach... when i found it's hand... i pulled it from the ground... and brushed it clean from dirt... i stood it on it's feet.. the truth is such a jerk... i'm running from the truth... he's such an ass you know... i was only trying to help... but he wants to kill me now... and all i need is time... time to find my way out... nothing's ever lost... when everything is found... the world is so small... i put it in my pocket... the moon is nothing more... than a ball of pocket lint... she's looking in my eyes... and there's nothing there... it's void of life you see... but that doesn't matter... there's nothing in the rain... but something definatly there... it's scratching at my eyes... 'cause i can't see it's here... but nothing ever cared... not in this world of pain... where life it is so scared... and hiding in the rain... i want to find the end... but no one ever does... the end it is the start... the start of what's become... nothing's ever here... everything instead... i miss the nothing now... i'll find it, it is said... ... ...