Enchanted fingers of the spruce
Will hide the clarity of truth,
I've come to pick your wisdom tooth
That spoiled your hopefull youth.
I'll plant and grow it like a seed,
And poke my eyes for me to bleed,
Your hubris is so hard to feed,
So fruitful and so sweet.
You won't perceive me pussyfoot,
So let me stay misunderstood
Don't touch a runic bloody root,
Don't taste forbidden fruit.
The voices moaning from inside
Will make me run on Seek and Hide
To feel you ardently astride
My prejudice and pride.
