Luyện nghe bài hát E.S.P. Mirage

A orbit circumnavigates the axis
Fragments, of the origin's shape
The dreary of an aeon-old praxis
the thoughts from which minds escape

"And when my soul and spirit
in a oneness of the four
be the magician of cosmic rites
Using instruments"

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

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

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

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

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

viewing other planes
Using my eye to gaze
As I detect the stains
In microbes, mountains and every inch of

Trembling its divinity
It may be than infinity