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