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No more doors
No more locks
No more needles
No more breathes
No more.. no less
No more filthyness
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 patience
I have
I hold the key to nothing
Its a small killing murder murders in the hands
Emotion nothing seems to feel
No more nothing
No more anything
No more no
No more
No more prostrate victories
No more nations to defeat
No more speaking truth
No more deceit
No more holding out
No more pushing me
No more new world order
No more ANARCHY
I have
I hold the key to nothing
Its a small killing
murder
Murders in the hands
Emotion nothing 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 have
I hold the key to nothing
Its a small killing
murder
Murder in the hands
Emotion nothing seems to be
I'm washing my hands of everything
Of everything we have