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...