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 nothin'...
It's a small k**ing
Murder... Murder's in the hands of motion...
Nothin' 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 nothin'...
It's a small k**ing
Murder... Murder's in the hands of motion...
Nothin' seems to be
I'm washing my hands of the whole thing
I'm washing my hands of the whole thing
I'm washing my hands of the whole thing!
Of the whole thing!
I want no more, nothing!
I want no more, nothing!
I want no more, nothing!
I want no more, nothing!
I have... I hold the key to nothin'...
It's a small k**ing
Murder... Murder's in the hands of motion...
Nothin' seems to be
I'm washin' my hands of everything,
Of everything we are!