No More

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