The narrow road is all I know
No map to guide us
No compa** beside us
The narrow road
The great unknown
The grater sacrifice grants the greatest gift in life
No more a**embly lines of aspirations connecting carbon copy clones
Every artifact is marching like commodities of flesh and bone
The consistency of our censored thoughts
Tread a static course
Ordinary people: your outlook is lethal
Chiseling away imperfections
Until rough edges are same and smooth
The tools have now become too blunt
To break any of the rules
Post-modern minds bleached blank and clean
Drawing pixelated lines
In duller shades that my eyes have ever seen
The narrow road is all I know
No map to guide us
No compa** beside us
The narrow road
The great unknown
The grater sacrifice grants the greatest gift in life
No more a**embly lines of aspirations connecting carbon copy clones
Every artifact is marching like commodities of flesh and bone
Post-modern minds bleached blank and clean
Drawing pixelated lines
In duller shades that my eyes have ever seen
We're not defined by a blueprint if we re-write the plans
So will you paint paradise with the stroke of an artist's hand?