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

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