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 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. Take this bottle.