Make it work.

I'm trapped in a stampede of voices inside my head. The box is locked, and I can't seem to find the key to the voices. The voices that escapes me are the ones without soul. Now I'm far away from my throat. My throat seems to be only breathing. And my breath full of gasp. This down only gets lower. My soul not wanting to be disturb only drowns itself in the sea of souless voices. The stampede of voice gave me a choice,
"Make it work, or soon you shall be in destruction."