Bottle it up, that's what they want A little elixir to kick in like punch Still have the burn to suck the taste from if I itch Finish it off, thumb through the stock A colored affliction, some things you want An aisle of serum shimmering as if we had the fortune to lose Something else to end us You'll lose Something else will end us We'll end us Without this new gold cure I'll find myself as two One version overcomes with time The other dies in the duel