Luyện nghe bài hát E.S.P. Mirage

A spiral orbit the axis
Fragments, threads of the shape
The dreary of an aeon-old praxis
Encircles the thoughts from which escape

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

Like the psyche of the creator
Swirling around the indicator
from the spiral generator
E.S.P. Mirage!
I intersect the pulsator
When I travel in this spirit
Receiving visions the generator
E.S.P. Mirage!

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

An entity which spins in the hurricane
a plasticity changing by the age
The director of meteor rain
seems to be framed by a mathematical cage

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

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

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

before its divinity
It may be than infinity