D.I.A.L.O.
John Vanderslice
The longer I'm out here
More I forget who I was
The people I’ve hooked up with
They only care about what I become, I become
Forget about my home, forget about D.I.A.L.O
I’ll make it on my own, forget about my home
The more I disappear
The bigger these people loom
The ones I’ve hooked up with
They’re not the right kind of friends I fear, I fear
Forget about my home, forget about D.I.A.L.O
I’ll make it on my own, forget about my home