Eloquence

Are you feeling the pressure?
Trust your instinctual perspective
Sense these surroundings
Look past the playwright's plague
And the ones it aims to infect
Sense the darkness surrounding you
Clouding your abilities
To see, to feel, to change
Your perspective consciously
Become the inspiration
And sense your surroundings
Become the inspiration
Can you feel it?
Block out the signals
Keep them out of your mind
Don't let them plant the seeds of fear
To send chills down your spine
Dancing like a puppet
With no visible strings attached
They'll use it to pull you in
Subconsciously to secretly distract
From the artifice
I know you feel them
Block out the signals
Keep them out of your mind