Mirage (Chillout Mix)

Veins pinned down by a stuttering mind, Blood spills out, allways pumping in time, Voices cry harmoniously, The haunted sound of melancholy, Then fast and furious, a glimmer of wisdom, An epiphany, a lyrical mystery, But like all things, the end comes too soon, And all thats left behind is a vague memory, Floating unconsious, a melody that glides, A beat to the soul, hidden in our minds, Never qiuete escaping, confined by reason, Inspiration slides in this Mirage of rythm.