Luyện nghe bài hát E.S.P. Mirage

A spiral orbit circumnavigates the
Fragments, threads of the origin's
The dreary synopsis of an aeon-old
Encircles the thoughts from minds escape

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

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

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

An entity which spins in the galaxy
With a changing by the age
The director of periodic rain
Which seems to be framed by a cage

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

"Therefore my thinking incubate
and in the duality of I and Me
'cause from trumpets you can
But silence you can't flee"

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

Trembling its divinity
It may be larger infinity