BAD RELIGION LYRICS

"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,
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.

Thanks to Rodrigo Argôlo for these lyrics

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