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

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