The seed of the apothecary on 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 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


Tout est poison. Rien n'est poison.
Le poison c'est la dose.


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 down the hatch)

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


She has her supersitions.
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 appichension,
habit sustains her viciousness

(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.