"No More Pain" 

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 [bad word] 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