The Poison Woman

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.