| [00:00.30][01:49.77] | You can't fight the feeling |
| [00:02.51][01:51.56] | While aiming for the stars |
| [00:05.07] | You might hit the ceiling |
| [00:06.58][01:55.68] | To be healing from the scars |
| [00:09.04][01:58.16] | Through aftershock tremors |
| [00:11.15][02:00.23] | Through inclement weather |
| [00:13.31][02:02.42] | Through anything ever |
| [00:15.74][02:04.79] | Here we came sir |
| [00:17.17][02:06.27] | Rise around |
| [00:39.70] | From stony ground, I'm far away |
| [00:43.99] | Upon my path, upon my way |
| [00:48.41] | The wasted days are history |
| [00:52.64][01:27.55] | The future is a mystery |
| [00:56.34][01:31.23][01:40.22][02:32.62][02:41.31] | I've got my own brain |
| [01:14.64] | It's good to look, on route to stare |
| [01:18.77] | A second glance as you're laid bare |
| [01:23.15] | Your action's more than systole |
| [01:35.78][02:36.93] | I got the one aim |
| [01:44.21][02:45.33] | An anagram of my own name |
| [01:54.05] | You may hit the ceiling |
| [02:24.30] | The realms I found |
| [02:26.48] | Are where I stay |
| [02:28.56] | My blood flow halts |
| [02:30.88] | My temple veins |
| [02:50.90] | Own brain |