No More
Tired of looking sideways
But the things in black and white
No more, no more
Arguing my case to the wee hours of the night
What for? What for? What for?
Put it in your face and let the petals fall
Cursing your family name
Rather be unhappy that's the cause of it all
Panicked and hateful, with nothing to blame
That's a useful dream that pretended to explain
But no more, no more, no more
Superstition in the image of
One I already believe
Easier to use because I made it up to deal with the same things
Tired of looking sideways
But the thing's in black and white
What for? What for? What for?