Letra de The Grand Delusion
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 mindBut the storybook sages fill their pages Hiding from the warming sun Limitless distractions give no pause To distort a precious delusion Delusion Precious delusionDid 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 discoveryBut 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