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 fast 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] 
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 [x2] 
Take this bottle [x6]