Own Brain - Ian Brown

You can’t fight the feeling

While aiming for the stars

You might hit the ceiling

To be healing from the scars

Through aftershock tremors

Through inclement 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 you’re 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 inclement 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