Dying is an art like everything else
I do it exceptionally well
I do it that it feels like hell
I do it that it seems real
I guess you could say I`ve a call
It`s easy enough to do it in a cell
It`s easy enough to do it and stay put
It`s theatrical, beware !
Herr God, Herr Lucifer beware !
Out of the ash I`ll rise with my black hair
and I`ll eat men like air
Out of the ash I`ll rise with my black hair
Herr God, Herr Lucifer beware!
Out of the ash I`ll rise with my black hair
and I`ll eat men like air
Out of the ash I`ll rise with my black hair
Herr God, Herr Lucifer beware !
[Lyrics by Sylvia Plath.]
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