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?