The Wait / 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 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 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