The gates of my temple are bars of benzos
Beckoning me to eat
Landscapes of white milligram mountains
Baptized in purple promethazine fountains
Enter my system, distorting my vision
Trapped in morphine dreams
Nostrils are clotted, sinuses rotted
The xanax soothes my screams
I stand on the graves of my klonopin slaves
My percocet scepter in hand
Down at my feet, syringe in her grasp
My queen, Intravenous in Furs
Enter my system, distorting my vision
Trapped in morphine dreams
Oxycodone thrones of doom
I am the Xanax King