Isolation (Smell of Insects) - The 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!