[Thurston]

My violence is a dream

a real dream

a skinny arm

a crush on living skin

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

holding 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