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