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