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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) 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 shes 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 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 apprehension, 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... |