Give me a title
But what is the use
Cant quantify me
I make genres obtuse

Try to be golden
But darkness it feeds me
Thrills beg for offering
High pricing for cookies

Escape from the madness
With body intact
Jump right back in
Because feeling I lack

Addicted to chaos
But hate how it leaves me
Emulated the Wanderer
Who hung from the tree of trees

Grabbed for the runes
Read through the Matrix
My eyes, they were opened
But Mimir needs payment

Hell that I've conjured
Talked to its legions
Poetics aside
Ive talked to its demons

Gaining the third sight
They thought I would crumble
Thought Id go mad
Yet feet never stumbled

Out of the forest
Yet crave to go back there
What is my issue
What is this madness

Mimir is calling
He wants his dear payment
Eluded him last time
Next time he might gain it

The sweet taste of fruit
Idunna's it isn't
Its far far more sweeter
But wormed and decayded

Cant taste the apple
Without giving a tooth
Yes I want my cake
Yes I want to eat it too

.45s make light of a strange situation
Terror his payment if no one will pay him
Calm down the chakra, ignore all the chatter
They hate when you ignore them, hate to be outted.