Ivan Hoe was an Australian bushranger
Who haunted my dreams
Especially when I was not there
All the actions I witnessed
Were seen through a gauze
Neutralise the shareholders
The message was clear
It was repeated each time
That I fell low of spirit
Never use colour
Just never use colour
When bodies become disengaged
They trouble your eyes
Penetrate me
And slash my wrists
Drown me in an empty bath
You executed my father
So it stands to reason
That I am going to execute you
You receive love
I used to receive love
And then it was taken
Away from me
I do not love myself
So therefore I am vacant
If your daughter has a fringe
Then I will spare you
But do not mistake
My love for a weakness
Fear me but do not fear me
Just love me
Ivan Hoe