Biko is attempting to understand the state of his coping mechanisms including self-destruction, indulgence, self-harm, and isolation. In a way he sees them as a direct result of his selflessness, misconstruing his people-pleasing for altruism. When in reality it is his own inability to communicate,...
Lately only one thing's been on my mind
To breathe some life into my nights
After long days of digging graves
To get another bag
I took a hit, it's been a long drag
Slipped another two steps back, so
I sell my soul
Cause I don't really need it
Just to save up
Or to get by
For a sick fit
And a slick whip
When I'm penny pinching
When I'm bone dry
Too stoned to whet my appetite
And smooth out my edges
Putting up a wall
Smoking up a check
Cutting loose ends
Breaking
Cursing old friends underneath my breath
And shatter when I feel the pressure
It's a lesson telling me to try
To get my shit together
Put my hands together
So I prayed for the end today
Shouted my name
Into the void, offered my voice
An arm and a leg
My heart and my head
I prayed for the end today
You seem to know exactly who I need to be
But you only speak and never see
Spitting fumes until I never want to breathe again
I'm choking up
You shut me down
Sleeping on my dreams to get a meal
Drawn by the limbs
Spread to thin
Telling people that I love what they want to hear
I can't let nobody see that I'm skipping beats
That my heart is weak
I'm lost and afraid
Been dancing for rain
Chasing the pain again
So I prayed for the end today
Shouted my name into the void
Offered my voice
An arm and a leg
My heart and my head
I prayed for the end today
So I prayed for the end today
Shouted my name into the void
Offered my voice
An arm and a leg
My heart and my head
I've been beaten and broken down
Don't pray for me now
Don't you pray for me now
Pray for me