Luyện nghe bài hát E.S.P. Mirage

A spiral circumnavigates the axis
Fragments, of the origin's shape
The dreary synopsis of an praxis
Encircles the thoughts from which escape

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

Like the released psyche of the
Swirling the origin's indicator
Visions the spiral generator
E.S.P. Mirage!
I the shining pulsator
When I travel in this spirit
Receiving visions the generator
E.S.P. Mirage!

by the questions of our existence
The patterns in external
formulas along an unthinkable distance
Force the thinking unexplored philosophy

An entity which spins in the galaxy
With a plasticity by the age
The director of meteor rain
Which seems to be by a mathematical cage

to events so violent
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 silence you can't flee"

Remotely viewing other
Using my mind's eye to
As I detect the stains
In microbes, mountains and inch of space

before its divinity
It may be than infinity