Brazen Tongue - Uneven Structure

I have the feeling that this feedback is washing me off of any identity

Loosening up the safety bolts screwed down my very self

Barricades falling one by one

No longer an actor, just a mere bystander straying

I have no doubt you breached my spirit

I loose the grasp of my string of thoughts

A cloud of shouts clashes through my ears

These wordings, so strange, incantations boiling out my fluids

All I can comprehend is my soul is softening, beaten by the brazenness of their

tongues

Gutted, ethereal and distilled, I’m their tiny delicacy

Pummeling my skull with a brutal infancy

I develop compassion for your condition

So devoid of any substance yet explicit

Is this the genesis of your doctrine?

These cunning spongers takes control as I’m becoming nothing more than a

blueprint

I loose the grasp of my string of thoughts

Why should I follow you if only for the high you’re giving me

Let me cut short and call a spade a spade

This is proselitysm

Learn who you are, hysteria stricken mime

Run away from this place, my child

Your jaw can dance, would your tongue flee?