The Grand Delusion
by Bad Religion· from New Maps of Hell
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,
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
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