The seed of the apothecary
An heir to aided ends
She loves the sound they make

As they expel
A breath
The soul from the chest


She laughs a little
But never makes a sound


She swears she's offering you something savory
So take a drink of product number one

And now it seems a smooth intoxication
Well, just one drop is more than enough


She never dwells on penitence
Advancing in a haze
Besides the fact of incompetence


She laughs a little
But never smiles


She swears she's offering you something savory
So take a drink of product number one

And now it seems a smooth intoxication
Well, just one drop is more than enough


She has her superstitions
They've got their rationale on call
(They never saw it coming, they never stood a chance)

She's 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


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

Take this bottle