Luyện nghe bài hát E.S.P. Mirage

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

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

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

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

An entity which in the galaxy hurricane
With a plasticity by the age
The director of periodic rain
Which seems to be framed by a mathematical

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

"Therefore my thinking incubate
and search in the of I and Me
'cause from you can alienate
But from silence you 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 than infinity