The Wait/A New High in Lows

"Aw, you up against it now mother fuckers! You think you're big time?! You gonna fucking die! Big time! You ready?! Here come the pain!" -Al Pacino, Carlito's Way (1993) 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 aggravation 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!