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.]