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
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comBut the storybook sages fill their pages
Hiding from the warming sun
Limitless distractions give no pause to distort a
Precious delusion