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