Tekstovi: The Arrivals. Ballad Of Lon Stokes.

I?ve surrounded myself with bastardized logos
They help me get to sleep
I?ve been searching the horizons for the scapes I find dearest
And I think it makes me weak
Over time, I?ve realized
That the comforts I most prized
Will all clean my bones
And circle like flies
Now I?m feeding myself away from the table
And I don?t care if we speak
I?ve gotten a bit nervous about paying lip service
But I?m sure that you won?t weep
Over time, I?ve realized
That the comforts I most prized
Will all clean my bones
And circle like flies