The Poison Woman - The Dear Hunter

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)

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

Take this bottle