Crazy Da Must Sing
Those who despise me love me in secret.
Those who love me openly have hidden doubts.
There is endless torment in my living.
It is not conclusive, not sufficient.
Our living is not true.
There is a dark place in the Heart
that we create to look upon
hour to hour.
Therefore, nothing passes that is
not death. So don’t hand me
this smile of ease, or tell me
your philosophy, your way of life,
even how you are.
This payment of your dues is all crap.
Who is not Light Itself
performs the murder of everything
while we eat.
So I am here to tell you everything
To now there is only the perfect
refusal of love.