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
Encircles the thoughts from minds escape

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

Like the psyche of the creator
Swirling the origin's indicator
Visions from the spiral
E.S.P. Mirage!
I intersect the shining
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 unthinkable
Force the thinking into philosophy

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

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

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

Remotely viewing other
Using my eye to gaze
As I detect the spiral's
In microbes, mountains and every of space

Trembling its divinity
It may be larger infinity