Over Absolute Black

Evanescent figures walk by my side 
As I silently cross the borders of night 
Their voices gently push me through a solid prism of noise 

I hear them calling my name. 

Take me with you 
Take me through you 
on a journey over this absolute black 

The ghosts of psychic collapse 
Walked by my side 
As I vanished through the borders of night 

Where an image of purity and domination 
Painted the sky of pale dead colors 
And swept away the perfume 
of that fucking absolute black.