You can be the love of a punk
You, my little skunk
You're synonymous to my subutex
The haze at the apex
The ecstasy during sex
You've been my valium
That substitute of the pauper's rum
I'll keep on consuming you
Till your senses are so blurred
That your words get slurred
You're the neighbour's poppy seed
The bitch of no breed
Morphing you to cocaine and heroin
You'll satisfy my cravin'
I am what morphine is to pain
The endorphine injected in your brain
These hands, white with opium
The song of death, I hum
I am the merchant of pleasure
And you'll need me forever
For I possess all that you treasure
