Animate

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?