The Switch from Portraits by Cyrod Iceberg

Talk them down, Shut them up,
The voices in my head
Screaming and pleading
Are all but gone away.
Talk them down, keep them quiet,
The voices in my head
Lying and whispering
Are all but gone away.

I tried so hard
To keep my head cool,
Conforting and smiling
At the cardboard sky.
I tried so had
To be more like you
But I no longer have
The strenght to pretend.

Where is the switch ?
Where is the switch ?
I want to negociate
With the boss of this shit.
Now show me the way
To the office and close the door
It's between him and me
With the voices in my head.

Where is the arrow ?
I want to negociate
With the boss of this sorrow.

Where is the carpet ?
I want to negociate
With the boss of the puppets.

Where is the rope ?
I want to negociate
With the boss of the drop.

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