No More - DeathbyRomy

We can plan a murder or start a religion

Anything you want 'cause I don’t see you living enough

No, oh no

You paint pretty pictures 'cause you say you love me

All your words look fiction when you say I’m lovely

No, no, no more

No, no, no more

You said that we all sleep on you

Think that you’ve got shit to prove

Aren’t we lucky that we get to know you

Talk, talk your talk that’s all you do

Can’t you see, its so see-through?

Mr. Cellophane I’m over you

No more, no more

No more, no more

No, Jesus don’t wear thorns

He’s got gold chains that he adorns on his neck

Pull them closer, cut the check, oh

Is the weight weighing on your chest

Too much for the crown you try to

Hold up on a broken head

No, no, no more

You’re better off dead

You said that we all sleep on you

Think that you’ve got shit to prove

Aren’t we lucky that we get to know you

Talk, talk your talk that’s all you do

Can’t you see, its so see-through?

Mr. Cellophane I’m over you

No more, no more

No more, no more

No more, no more

No more, no more