Luyện nghe bài hát E.S.P. Mirage

A spiral orbit circumnavigates the
Fragments, of the origin's shape
The synopsis of an aeon-old praxis
Encircles the thoughts from minds escape

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

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

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

An which spins in the galaxy hurricane
With a plasticity by the age
The director of periodic meteor
seems to be framed by a mathematical cage

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

"Therefore my thinking incubate
and in the duality of I and Me
'cause from trumpets you can
But silence you can't flee"

Remotely viewing planes
my mind's eye to gaze
As I detect the stains
In microbes, mountains and every of space

before its divinity
It may be larger infinity