[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