The narrow road is all I know

No map to guide us

No compass beside us

The narrow road

The great unknown

The greater sacrifice grants the greatest gift in life

No more assembly 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

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 compass beside us

The narrow road

The great unknown

The greater sacrifice grants the greatest gift in life

No more assembly 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 rewrite the plan

So will you paint paradise with the stroke of an artist's hand?

We're not defined by a blueprint if we rewrite the plan

So will you paint paradise with the stroke of an artist's hand?