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 than 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 than my eyes have ever seen

We're not defined by a blueprint if we re-write the plan
So will you paint paradise with the stroke of an artist's hand?
We're not defined by a blueprint if we re-write the plan
So will you paint paradise with the stroke of an artist's hand?