Tom Violence

[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