no more doors
no more locks
no more windows

no more box
no more
no less

no more nothingness
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