Song | A Microscopical Macrocosm |
Artist | Vintersorg |
Album | The Focusing Blur |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Vintersorg | |
Sensory impulses commanding us | |
Still we're aware of its centre | |
Structuring thoughts from a blurry muss | |
With the analogy of electricity to enter | |
I've painted a world in the dark, | |
With elegant patterns and connections | |
This cosmic genesis' lightning arc, | |
Shapes my body's complexion | |
A microscopical macrocosm, | |
Of distant mountains and inner plasm, | |
All the elements are eloquenced by infinity | |
A microscopical macrocosm, | |
I and Me float through its chasms, | |
Filtering the universe through a living internity | |
Thousands of pathway's directory, | |
Lie dormant in this unexplored animator | |
In its lobe rests our closest galaxy | |
Reading, visions from the spiral generator | |
Atoms composed into a condition | |
Of thinking and intuition "Sometimes the blind have the perfect protection, More honestly they describe the sky We should look in every direction, Beyond the experiences of the corrupt eye" |
zuo qu : Vintersorg | |
Sensory impulses commanding us | |
Still we' re aware of its centre | |
Structuring thoughts from a blurry muss | |
With the analogy of electricity to enter | |
I' ve painted a world in the dark, | |
With elegant patterns and connections | |
This cosmic genesis' lightning arc, | |
Shapes my body' s complexion | |
A microscopical macrocosm, | |
Of distant mountains and inner plasm, | |
All the elements are eloquenced by infinity | |
A microscopical macrocosm, | |
I and Me float through its chasms, | |
Filtering the universe through a living internity | |
Thousands of pathway' s directory, | |
Lie dormant in this unexplored animator | |
In its lobe rests our closest galaxy | |
Reading, visions from the spiral generator | |
Atoms composed into a condition | |
Of thinking and intuition " Sometimes the blind have the perfect protection, More honestly they describe the sky We should look in every direction, Beyond the experiences of the corrupt eye" |
zuò qǔ : Vintersorg | |
Sensory impulses commanding us | |
Still we' re aware of its centre | |
Structuring thoughts from a blurry muss | |
With the analogy of electricity to enter | |
I' ve painted a world in the dark, | |
With elegant patterns and connections | |
This cosmic genesis' lightning arc, | |
Shapes my body' s complexion | |
A microscopical macrocosm, | |
Of distant mountains and inner plasm, | |
All the elements are eloquenced by infinity | |
A microscopical macrocosm, | |
I and Me float through its chasms, | |
Filtering the universe through a living internity | |
Thousands of pathway' s directory, | |
Lie dormant in this unexplored animator | |
In its lobe rests our closest galaxy | |
Reading, visions from the spiral generator | |
Atoms composed into a condition | |
Of thinking and intuition " Sometimes the blind have the perfect protection, More honestly they describe the sky We should look in every direction, Beyond the experiences of the corrupt eye" |