You can´t fight the feeling while aiming for the stars
You may hit the ceiling to be healing from the scars
Through aftershock tremors, through [Incomprehensible] weather

Through anything ever, here we came, sir, rise around
From stony ground I´m far away, upon my path, upon my way
The wasted days are history, the future is a mystery
I´ve got my own brain
It´s good to look on route to stare, a second glance as your laid bare
Your action´s more than systole, the future is a mystery
I´ve got my own brain, I got the one aim
I´ve got my own brain, an anagram of my own name
You can´t fight the feeling while aiming for the stars
You may hit the ceiling to be healing from the scars
Through aftershock tremors, through [Incomprehensible] weather

Through anything ever, here we came, sir, rise around
The realms I found are where I stay
My blood flow halts, my temple veins
I´ve got my own brain, I got the one aim
I´ve got my own brain, an anagram of my own name
Own brain