D.I.A.L.O. - John Vanderslice

The longer I’m out here

The 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

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

Forget about my home

Forget about D.I.A.L.O

I’ll make it on my own

Forget about my home

Forget about my home

Forget about D.I.A.L.O

I’ll make it on my own

Forget about my home

Forget about my home

Forget about D.I.A.L.O

I’ll make it on my own

Forget about my home