Artist : DEAR HUNTER, THE
Album : Act III: Life And Death
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
Album : Act III: Life And Death
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
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