The Grand Delusion 歌词

If I could only get the tools, the stimuli and the molecules Frozen moments in time I could be the archetype, a credit to the genotype Re-program 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 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