Texty: Reconcile. What Tomorrow Will Never Bring. No More Pain.

(By Embrace)

No more lying down
We've got to speak and move
No more righteousness
Everything is far too wrong
No more selfish tears
You haven't paid for them
No more dressing up
Please leave your costumes
Home
No more looking down
You might bump your head

The purpose is within yourself
The movement is within yourself

Your emotions are nothing but politics
So get control

No more alcohol
It's a Kool-aid substitute
No more heroin
Death is not glamourous
No more ruling class
You're a bunch of silly kids
No more image fight
It's just a sucker punch

Hurt wastes your energy
Suffering wastes energy
Your emotions are nothing but politics
So get control

No more number one
We've got to quit that game
No more attitude
Give it back to the TV set
No more tough-guy stance
I hear your mommy call
No more suicide
It kills everyone
No more petty love
No more petty hate
No more pettiness
No more pain