The Grand Delusion (Lyrics)

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, 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. Yeah, 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.