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!