Last chance to get me away from me
It's been thirty years, i'm still not free
Inside my skin and my blood flow
There's a tricky ghost i can't control
When will this ride end?
When do we get somewhere?
Tired of getting nowhere
Call it off . . . I think i've had enough
Just call it off . . . I think i've had enough
Just make it stop
Everytime i pass by a window
I see a man just like me that i don't know
I'm through with making suggestions
If you want to move, then fucking go
Here we are again
A battle over weak-willed
Yet another standstill
Call it off . . . I think we've had enough
Just call it off . . . I think i've had enough
Just make it stop
I've had enough
time to let it go
call it off
