The Grand Delusion Songtext
von Bad Religion

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