Tom Violence

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