Quiet Despair

American burlesque The wounded, the crippled and the dead The quiet despair Of those all left behind Reviled for the tears that they shed In quiet despair Loving, I should more But what is it good for? The universal language of violence The line in the sand The quiet despair The hedonistic, narcissistic savagery Programmed and planned In quiet despair Loving, I should more But what is it good for? Disconnecting, resurrecting demons The darkness all around The quiet despair How can I tell you I love you? How can I know that I love you? Loving, I should more But what is it good for? Disconnecting, resurrecting demons The darkness all around The quiet despair How can I tell you I love you? How can I know that I love you? The softness of the golden orange sunrise So quickly disappears In quiet despair Fleeting and ephemeral Revealing the harshness that we fear In quiet despair Quiet despair Quiet despair