[Thurston]
My violence is a dream
A 'real dream'

A skinny arm
A crush on living sin
My violence

Is a sleeping head
Nodding out to rising bliss
I left home for experience

Carved 'suk for honesty' on my chest
My violence is the number
Coming out of prayer

Find it in the father
Find it in a girl


There's a thing in my memory
Hoilding on for dear life
With a feeling of secrets

Beating up under my flesh
My tongue is tied
I'm sleeping nights awake

Tom violence is a dream
Coming out of a girl