The wait - new high in lows

"Aw, you up against it now mother fuck***!
You think you're big time?! You gonna fuc*** die!
Big time! You ready?! Here come the pain!"
Al Pachino 'Carlito's Way'

Waiting for my heart to stop, I hear it beating in the dark,
It keeps me up here, where I lay.
A constant source of agrivation for an overactive imagination,
Keeps me awake, here where I lay.
I... will wait.

Sizing up a brand new rope, to use it now would be a joke,
To hang me up here, where I wait.
Turning on the light that blinds me, to make it easier to find me,
And light me up here, where I wait.
I... will wait!

Erase the pain of what I know,
Not the smell of mercy on me!
I'm reaching down into a new high in lows!
Not the smell of mercy on me! Whats been doin' where ya comin' from?
Where you been hiding? been missing more than some.
Took a ride when I should'a walked,
Got there way to fast.
Should'a listened 'stead of talked,
First become the last.

Waiting for my heart to stop, I hear it beating in the dark,
It keeps me up here, where I wait.
But I... will wait.

Not the smell of mercy on me!
New high in lows!
Not the smell of mercy on me!