The Poison Woman Lyrics - 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 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 

(...?) 

[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] 

[Repeat: x2] 

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 

[Repeat: x6] 

Take this bottle