[from SY's original]

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 "suck 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