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