[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
Theres a thing in my memory
Hoilding on for dear life
With a feeling of secrets
Beating up under my flesh
My tongue is tied
Im sleeping nights awake
Tom violence is a dream
Coming out of a girl
