No more doors   No more locks   No more windows   No more box      No more, no less   No more nothing 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, murder's 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, murder's in the hands   Of motion, as it 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 nothing   It's a small killing   Murder, murder's in the hands   Of motion, as it seems to be      I'm washing my hands of everything   Of everything we are