Carry forth, bring back, upon your head, upon your back.
Bring the water to the source.
Make the reason fit the cause.
Take a journey to the east.
Meet the priest you'd like to meet.
Beg to bow and kiss his feet and ask your wonder-whys.
Build walls, make shapes, erect temples and drain lakes.
Make friends,
Gather the foe to follow the thoughts they'll never know.
All the leaders clean their faith, proclaim your faith's the only way.
And, make you say the things you say then make you dress the same.
Now we're all under the same abuse.
We're all under the Grand Illusion.
Go school, get a job, pay bills, make family.
Count your pennies and save your
Pay for a funeral day you'll never see.
Wait around and watch the clock,
The national jackpot's all you've got.
And, tell your kids about the day you nearly hit the road.
Leaders, clergy, barefoot saints who walk around anonymously,
Collect the souls of those who sin
And tax the shoes they're walking in.
Make the punishment fit the crime for all the liars that like to lie.
And, scrutinise the powers that be for abusing what they own.
Now we're all under the same abuse.
We're all under the Grand Illusion.
Allow me to carry on.
Like the king to the council, like the liar to the cheat.
Like the servant to the queen, like the parishioner to the priest.
There's always someone new to you who likes to tell you what to do.
Who pushes and pokes and prods and points the finger,
Gives the orders, makes the laws and causes all the causes,
That causes all the pain.
Now we're all under the same abuse.
We're all under the Grand Illusion.
Allow me to carry on.
We're all under the same abuse.
We're all under the Grand Illusion.
Allow me to carry on.
Allow them to carry on and you're gone.