Bad Sign

He was born in a place
where the shadows
grow upon the grain
Not far from here
It was the time when dreams
were taken away
Oh, it flings him down to despair
And he can't cry for what it might have been like
He can't 'cos he has no more tears
Now he is standing in silence,
holding his breath
Before they know it the blood runs red
One
"For the pain"
Two
"For the shame"
Three and four
"Just in case"
No need for words
Eight will be a secret
Bad Sign
He can't take back all the things he has done
Redemption will remain
He has frozen his fate
and now it's far too late
to find the reason to go on