Where the Hemlock and Nightshade Grows

Walking away... It's time to let go... The pain's gotten too bad, And i won't let you see the dance of the sick. It's time to find where the hemlock and nightshade grows, I won't knock on his door. I'll kick it in and kiss the devil on the lips, I'll place a rose between Death's teeth and play dead at an angel's feet. When they've all turned their backs and walked away I'll disappear. I don't want their heaven or hell. I'll make my own. Going to find where the hemlock and nightshade grows. I'll make my bed 4 x 6. No one would stand beside me. They won't see me go down. I won't knock on his door. I'll kick it in and kiss the devil on the lips, I'll place a rose between Death's teeth and play dead at an angel's feet. Pulling the earthen blanket up over me. My poisoned blood can't burn the skin that holds it within any more. When my heart's grown cold no one will know. It's time to go where the hemlock and nightshade grows. I won't knock on his door. I'll kick it in and kiss the devil on the lips, I'll place a rose between Death's teeth and play dead at an angel's feet. My poisoned blood pushing it's death from this unknown grave where the hemlock and nightshade grows.