There is a charge for the eyeing of my scars
There is a charge for the hearing of my heart
Can you deny the nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth
Vanish in a day
The first time it happened I was ten
It was an accident
The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all
Ash poke the worms off me like sticky pearls
Yes, yes, Herr Professor, it is I, it is I
Underestimate
Do not think
To annihilate each decade
In broad day to the same place
The same face, the same brute
Amused shout
A miracle that knocks me out
I am your opus
I am your valuable
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek (I stir)
I turn and burn
Do I terrify
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood
Or a piece of my hair or my clothes
Gentlemen, ladies, these are my hands
My knees (flesh)
I may be skin and bone
There is nothing there
A cake of soap
A wedding ring
A gold filling
Soon, soon, the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me and I
I'm only (to die) 30
And like the cat I have nine times to die
Herr lucifer
This is Number Three
Dying
Is an art like everything else
I do it exceptionally well
I do it so it feels like hell
I do it so it feels real
Hell feels like air
The Door Malaise - 30 Lyrics
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There is a charge for the eyeing of my scars
There is a charge for the hearing of my heart
Can you deny the nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth
Vanish in a day
The first time it happened I was ten
It was an accident
The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all
Ash poke the worms off me like sticky pearls
Yes, yes, Herr Professor, it is I, it is I
Underestimate
Do not think
To annihilate each decade
In broad day to the same place
The same face, the same brute
Amused shout
A miracle that knocks me out
I am your opus
I am your valuable
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek (I stir)
I turn and burn
Do I terrify
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood
Or a piece of my hair or my clothes
Gentlemen, ladies, these are my hands
My knees (flesh)
I may be skin and bone
There is nothing there
A cake of soap
A wedding ring
A gold filling
Soon, soon, the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me and I
I'm only (to die) 30
And like the cat I have nine times to die
Herr lucifer
This is Number Three
Dying
Is an art like everything else
I do it exceptionally well
I do it so it feels like hell
I do it so it feels real
Hell feels like air
There is a charge for the hearing of my heart
Can you deny the nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth
Vanish in a day
The first time it happened I was ten
It was an accident
The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all
Ash poke the worms off me like sticky pearls
Yes, yes, Herr Professor, it is I, it is I
Underestimate
Do not think
To annihilate each decade
In broad day to the same place
The same face, the same brute
Amused shout
A miracle that knocks me out
I am your opus
I am your valuable
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek (I stir)
I turn and burn
Do I terrify
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood
Or a piece of my hair or my clothes
Gentlemen, ladies, these are my hands
My knees (flesh)
I may be skin and bone
There is nothing there
A cake of soap
A wedding ring
A gold filling
Soon, soon, the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me and I
I'm only (to die) 30
And like the cat I have nine times to die
Herr lucifer
This is Number Three
Dying
Is an art like everything else
I do it exceptionally well
I do it so it feels like hell
I do it so it feels real
Hell feels like air
Writer: Sylvia Plath
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