The seed of the apothecary, an heir to aided ends.
She loves the sound they make as they expel breath;
the soul from the chest.
She laughs a little, but never makes a soundShe swears she's offering you something savory.
What lies she tells.
So take a drink, her product's number one.
Right down the hatch.
And now, it seems, a smooth intoxication, well,
Just one drop is more than enough.
She never dwells on penitence, advancing in a haze.A million men have reached an end;
A side effect of incompetence.
She laughs a little, but never smiles.She swears she's offering you something savory.
What lies she tells.
So take a drink, her product's number one.
Right down the hatch.
And now, it seems, a smooth intoxication, well,
Just one drop is more than enough.
She has her superstitions.
They've got their rational on call.
They never saw it coming, they never stood a chance.
Shes got a new tradition, involving ethylene glycol.
They never saw it coming, they never stood a chance.
She has no apprehension, habit sustains her wickedness
They never saw it coming, they never stood a chance.With the weight of the world on her shoulders,
she don't want none of the sins as they unfurl in her palms.Take this bottle.
