Ion Dissonance Shut up, i'm Trying to Worry Letras:
It's 3:57 in the morning, I know it 'cause I just
passed by a payphone that told me so. It caught my
attention because it rang about 3 or 4 times, I'm
not sure? (Anyway.. I didn't answer) I was way too
drunk and lost into "Ulver's Perdition
City" to truly acknowledge what was going on.
And prior to that particular insignificance, I had
lost all senses of time and space.

(I'm alone and the subway docks are empty,
completely deserted by the Metropolis' natives.
Closing my eyes for a second, I could've sworn I
heard tumbleweeds, rolling on the other side of
the track)

Then I saw a girl, only a child to my poor tired
eyes, running after what might have been fragments
of my life... Porcelain doll, a permanent scar on
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the smooth face of Depression.

(The phone is ringing again, breaking through my
illusions, leaving me to witness an impenetrable
view upon boredom itself. Could this call save me?
Is it salvation on the other end of the line? Or
just a mere attempt to disturb my concentration?
Still, this will have to wait.)

It shines; I'm sore and inspired... Scribbled upon
the wall, you can easily read: Amy was here,
07-12-1980. Answering I simply wrote back: Hope
was here... and quickly left, 02-10-2005

I've narrowed it down to it's simplest core and I
know what's required of me now. There are no
parallels in my mind, no subtleties.

How come this phone is still ringing? It'll be the
last time and I'll still ignore it completly. For
once I think I'll be noticed, by doing something
concrete and visible, as of tomorrow... hundreds
of humans will be late for work.
Letras: Shut up, i'm Trying to Worry Ion Dissonance [final]