In fear every day, every evening,
he calls her aloud from above,
carefully watched for a reason,
painstaking devotion and love,
surrendered to self preservation,
from others who care for themselves.
A blindness that touches perfection,
but hurts just like anything else.
Isolation, isolation, isolation.

Mother I tried please believe me,
I'm doing the best that I can.
I'm ashamed of the things I've been put through,
I'm ashamed of the person I am.

Isolation, isolation, isolation.
But if you could just see the beauty,
these things I could never describe,
these pleasures a wayward distraction,
this is my one lucky prize.
.. Isolation.