Spitting drops of rain flow down and touch my cheek, intermingling with my tears as I silently weep. Then the fatality of life presses close and probes in my eyes... And I'm cold and hungry tonight. These great black walls of brickwork bow low and oppress my mind like the words of people I thought I'd left far behind; the presence of the words and walls is too close and it's far too clear as the rain keeps washing through my tears, as the rain just washes through my tears. A drunk looks out at me and he quickly turns away; he's hiding deep inside himself all the ritual of this strange play. There's no-one else upon the street, just this dying old drunk and me and the cat that's hiding in the tree. My memory stretches back, as I continue to cry, to places where I went wrong, although I still don't know quite why. The flashing neon signsd proclaim "All is void where the human lives" and in the darkness no-one forgives. And in the darkness no-one forgives.