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...