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 hapiness
No more lying down
No more complecence

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....