The Grand Delusion lyrics

If I could only get the tools, the stimuli and molecules

Frozen moments in time

I could be the archetype, a credit to the genotype

Reprogram your mind

But the storybook sages fill their pages

Hiding from the warming sun

Limitless distractions give no pause

To distort a precious delusion

Delusion

Precious delusion

Did you see the moralist retort and raise his fist?

You can't make a man a machine

I can see the edifice crumbling in foggy mist

Razed by discovery

But the storybook sages fill their pages

Hiding from the warming sun

Limitless distractions give no pause

To distort a precious delusion

Delusion

Precious delusion

Delusion