Three Figures

By Gridd

On Vent Session

Released on August 21, 2020

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I know I'm broke or I'm in chains

I hate this picture that I paint

The loop I've made myself enslaved to, can't begin to wash away

Approaching storms torment my norms it's not okay

From the start of a new morning and a new day

The start of a - wait!

What mask will I wear today?

Will they break me down and break the sound of voices that say it's okay?

I'll fade away until I hear the hope of a tomorrow

But tomorrow isn't promised when the voices shortly follow

I have two modes that always go, I feel pain or I feel hollow

The ball of stress from chest to brain is here to stay it isn't borrowed

Like ten from zero; rocking boat, as I can't even breathe hardly

Anti-hero symbiote that latched itself to Tom Hardy

Thoughts and fears are driven here and driven clear by third parties

I may be overthinking but I'm sinking here and I am sorry

Why can't you release me?

I can't believe things

I need you to save me

Don't want to have to vent, but it doesn't seem I got a heaven sent

Everyone supporting me until I start unloading things so then I start recording things and find it hit or miss

I don't really want to go through

It's not like I really chose to

So I break into the mold you brought into the fold

You gave me the creative mind with my creative door to hide behind

But I locked and left the keys inside so now I have to re-a-mind (remind) my line

Re-align my mind

Redesign the lies

Read between the lines

Re-define the grind

Re-access my crimes

Re-supress the light

Re-confess tonight

Re-confess what's right

Why can't you release me?

I can't believe things

I need you to save me from what I can't control

These three are taking toll of what I can't control

I need you to save me

Three figures always follow me

Depression, Doubt, Anxiety

The first one and third like to share some things

The second is kind of embarrassing

He strikes when I want to just bury deeds

Then death becomes less of a scary feat

Their hands on my chest and they stare at me

Truth is barely a heralding heresy

I will try to survive, with what you made of my life

I will hold whats inside

They'll seek it out when I hide

This strain in my brain, insane, refrain from making it about me, it's attention I seek

Will I break through to you when my heart starts to speak?