You up against it now, motherfucker
You think you're big time?
You gonna fucking die, big time
You ready?
Here comes the pain
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
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 a light that blinds me
To make it easier to find me
Lights me up here where I wait
I will wait
I will, I will wait
Not the smell of mercy on me
Erase the pain of what I know
Not the smell of mercy on me
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 doing?
Where you coming from?
Where you been hiding?
You're missing more than some
Took a ride when I should've walked
Got there way too fast
Should've listened instead 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
Not the smell of mercy on me
? pain, the pain of what I know
Not the smell of mercy on me
Not the smell of mercy on me
I'm ashamed now, true 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
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
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