Mr. No is a vicious killer
Slitting seconds with the flick of his finger
Months ago he kissed goodbye to trying to live life
And instead he spends his time chasing bliss
And in his dreams
He keeps on talking to himself
And while he sleeps
He can't stop walking around the house
Looking for something
Mr. No got his hair cut thinking
It would be some catalyst
People say he looks so handsome more like himself
But he doesn't feel like it
And in his dreams
He keeps on running from death
But he sleeps
So he won't have to live in his emptiness
Looking for something
Mr. No hates his mirrors
So he broke them and chewed them into dunes
Mr. No dug a grave in this self-made sand
Buried his hopes
Said he had to go
And help someone move
Who are you?
Who who? Who who?