[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