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.