Isolate

Nothing to do, no one to see, nowhere to go
Except for what’s left
Nothing, no one, nowhere
Empty headed, unintended, desperate, featherless
Admit to your theft
Stolen wings, so unfair
I can’t hide here anymore
Black asylum with no open doors
Why cage me? Who knows what for?
Can you let me out? ‘Cause I can’t afford
To always stay away from me
All that must be done for us shall be
Keep your distance a hundred thousand feet
Isolate, isolate, isolate, isolate
Isolate, isolate, isolat, isolate
Not a single shadow cast out at the bus stop
Waiting for th ride of their lives
Not a single soul in line at the thrift shop
Buying more time before the scythe