The narrow road is all I know
No map to guide us
No compass beside us
The narrow road
The great unknown
The grater sacrifice grants the greatest gift in lifeNo more assembly lines of aspirations connecting carbon copy clones
Every artifact is marching like commodities of flesh and boneThe consistency of our censored thoughts
Tread a static courseOrdinary people: your outlook is lethalChiseling away imperfections
Until rough edges are same and smooth
The tools have now become too blunt
To break any of the rulesPost-modern minds bleached blank and clean
Drawing pixelated lines
In duller shades that my eyes have ever seenThe narrow road is all I know
No map to guide us
No compass beside us
The narrow road
The great unknown
The grater sacrifice grants the greatest gift in lifeNo more assembly lines of aspirations connecting carbon copy clones
Every artifact is marching like commodities of flesh and bonePost-modern minds bleached blank and clean
Drawing pixelated lines
In duller shades that my eyes have ever seenWe'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?
Songwriters
Deiley Northlane, Jonathan, Smith NorthlanePublished by
Lyrics © DOWNTOWN MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC