"Aw, you up against it now mother fuckers!   You think you're big time?!    You gonna fucking die!   Big time!   You ready?!   Here comes 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.   I will   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.   I will   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!)      What's been doin'?   Where you comin' from?   Where you been hiding?    Been missing more than some.      Took a ride when I shoulda walked,   Got there way too fast.   Shoulda 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.   I will   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!)   (Not the smell of mercy on me!)   New high in lows!   (Not the smell of mercy on me!)   New high in lows!   (Not the smell of mercy on me!)   New high in lows!   (Not the smell of mercy on me!)   (Not the smell of mercy on me!)   (Not the smell of mercy on me!)   (Not the smell of mercy on me!)   (Not the smell of mercy on me!)