Dust Of Basement

Isolation

Dust Of Basement


Deadlike eyes are talking to me
Without any movement
Without anything to be
Walking to a darkland
Under misantrophic streets
I can feel them sighing
Down the outside of my feet
Where f.k. is gliding

Isolation - here´s no way out
Isolation - i scream and shout
Isolation - a face on the wall
Isolation - a break in my fall

And the eyes move to phantoms
To the heirs of foreign words
F.k. disappears to sunlight
What remains does really hurt
And it smells like insects
At the ground beside of me
Where f.k. is weeping
Tears like the blood of a tree

Isolation…