the way out

the way out...

palette, pistol, and note,
the note loaded with despair. 
when the knife is at the throat,
find the way out, find the way out.

bring the pistol to bare.
bring the poison to share.
my bedchamber is sacrosanct,
who condones me to my grave?
is path warm? fast, fast, fast,
palette, pistol, and the note,
the note loaded with despair. 
when the knife is at the throat,
i bring the name they will exalt.
whose name does it sanctify?
on the bridge, on the ledge,
always caught in the luminous veil.
palette, pistol, and the note,
the note loaded with despair. 
when the knife is at the throat,
today you finally lost all hope.
a soft hanging, bleeding out,
sacred sorrow for young werther,
a sweet romantic contagion. 
methods helped papageno cope,
glorified with depictions of persuasion. 
bloody, bloody, final, final,
pluck the petal, paint the palette.
strum, strum, strum, deep low c.
palette, pistol, and note
the note loaded with despair. 
when the knife is at the throat,
find the way out, find the way out!