"A Blindness that Touches Perfection"

ISOLATION

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, isolation, Isolation, isolation, isolation.

Um dos melhores poemas de Ian Curtis capta de forma categórica o espírito de uma pessoa que vive distante do mundo real, isolada no seu medo e arrependida de erros do passado. Soberbo...

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