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.]