In glass of Absinthe I see the skies
Where stars looking on me with COLORED eyes
Where asteroids flow in the veil of comets,
And crowned planets dress into velvetS
Where Im washing my feet into black holes
And all suffer and sorrow flowing at all
And I walk in black fields without horizons
Where mortality winds sing their songs

Pearly galaxies drowning in primary light
To rebel with Sindrom of Absently Night