The seed of the apothecary an heir to aided ends.
She loves the sound they make as they
Expel a breath, their soul from the chest.
She laughs a little, but never makes a sound.

She swears shes offering you something savory
(what lies she tells)
Just take a drink her products number one.
(right lown 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 shes offering you something savory
(what lies she tells)
Just take a drink her products number one.
(right lown 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)
She has a new tradition, involving ethylene glycol.
(they never saw it coming, they never stood a chance)
She has no apprehension,
Habit sustains her with their hands,
(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.