No more doors
No more locks
No more windows
No more box
No more
No less
No more six foot digs
No more hypocrites
No more emptiness
No more consequence
No more puppet strings
No more disease
No more growing up
No more happiness
No more lying down
No more complacence
I have... I hold the key... to nothing... it's a small
Killing
Murder... murders in the hands... of
Motion... as it seems to be
No more nothing
No more anything


No more you
No more me
No more posturing victories
No more nations to defeat
No more speaking truth
No more deceit
No more holding down
No more pushing me
No more new world order
No more anarchy
I have... I hold the key... to nothing... it's a small
Killing
Murder... murders in the hands... of motion... as
It seems to be
I'm washing my hands... of the whole thing
I want no more nothing
I have... I hold the key... to nothing... it's a small
Killing
Murder... murders in the hands... of motion... as
It seems to be
I'm washing my hands, of everything...
Of everything we are