Mirage (Chillout Mix)

Veins pinned down by a stuttering mind

Blood spills out, always 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 quite escaping, confined by reason

Inspiration slides in this mirage of rythm