Brazen Tongue

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? 

This cunning sponger 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 proselytism 

Learn who you are, hysteria stricken mime 
Run away from this place, my child 

Your jaw can dance, hold your tongue, flee?