[Verse 1] 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! [Hook] 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! [Hook] I'm washing my hands...of the whole thing I want no more nothing 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! [Hook] I'm washing my hands, of everything... Of everything we are!