Luyện nghe bài hát E.S.P. Mirage

A spiral circumnavigates the axis
Fragments, threads of the shape
The dreary synopsis of an praxis
Encircles the thoughts from which minds

"And my soul and spirit unites
in a of the four elements
I'll be the magician of rites
astral instruments"

Like the released psyche of the
around the origin's indicator
Visions the spiral generator
E.S.P. Mirage!
I intersect the pulsator
I travel in this spirit simulator
Receiving visions from the
E.S.P. Mirage!

Perplexed by the questions of our
The in external reality
Secretive formulas along an distance
Force the thinking into philosophy

An entity which spins in the hurricane
With a changing by the age
The of periodic meteor rain
Which seems to be framed by a mathematical

Mother to so violent
But as no one it, it may be silent

"Therefore my I'll incubate
and search in the of I and Me
'cause from trumpets you can
But from silence you flee"

Remotely viewing planes
Using my eye to gaze
As I the spiral's stains
In microbes, and every inch of space

Trembling before its
It may be than infinity