Do you know what it's like to feel no hope? I do.

Living with a shameless face brought about by climax in haste
kept alive through verse of sorrow
Luggage of a silent crime can grow obscene when given light
do I want to see tomorrow?

A platter of obscenity
I'll indulge in my despair
A platter of obscurity,
I'll indulge in my despair

Fall, falling into indecision
Pound these four walls 'til I find the exit door

Sandy dancer of the newborn slope fooled with her imperfections once
twirling past my sly corrections
I've seen my share of severed friends and now I know enough to say
gossip bleeds a new emotion

Do you know what it's like to feel no hope? No hope...

Little spark with orchid's heart has moved away and left some alone
elation in a new distraction
Confusing games I can't explain I don't relate to varied tones of show
spoiling all real relations

And what if gorgeous misery
is everything I really need?
I have a knack for making things harder than they need to be
Music by James Rouch
Lyrics by Steven Gullett