Animate
๐ต 1320 characters
โฑ๏ธ 5:25 duration
๐ ID: 1158342
๐ Lyrics
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?
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?
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:21.53] The narrow road is all I know
[00:25.82] No map to guide us
[00:29.21] No compass beside us
[00:32.69] The narrow road
[00:34.52] The great unknown
[00:36.63] The greater sacrifice grants the greatest gift in life
[00:43.27] No more assembly lines of aspirations
[00:48.65] Connecting carbon copy clones
[00:54.12] Every artifact is marching
[00:58.32] Like commodities of flesh and bone
[01:05.20]
[01:15.48] The consistency of our censored thoughts
[01:21.59] Tread a static course
[01:26.90] Ordinary people
[01:32.13] Your outlook is lethal
[01:37.76] Ordinary people
[01:42.26] Your outlook is lethal
[01:47.39] Chiseling away imperfections
[01:52.52] Until rough edges are same and smooth
[01:57.98] The tools have now become too blunt
[02:02.58] To break any of the rules
[02:09.42]
[02:32.36] Post-modern minds
[02:38.43] Bleached blank and clean
[02:43.43] Drawing pixelated lines
[02:51.44] In duller shades that my eyes have ever seen
[02:56.37] The narrow road is all I know
[03:00.55] No map to guide us
[03:04.09] No compass beside us
[03:07.28] The narrow road
[03:09.23] The great unknown
[03:11.56] The greater sacrifice grants the greatest gift in life
[03:18.40] No more assembly lines of aspirations
[03:23.37] Connecting carbon copy clones
[03:28.88] Every artifact is marching
[03:32.81] Like commodities of flesh and bone
[04:00.27] Post-modern minds bleached blank and clean
[04:11.80] Drawing pixelated lines
[04:19.55] In duller shades that my eyes have ever seen
[04:24.34] We're not defined by a blueprint if we rewrite the plan
[04:35.36] So will you paint paradise with the stroke of an artist's hand?
[04:48.58] We're not defined by a blueprint if we rewrite the plan
[04:59.27] So will you paint paradise with the stroke of an artist's hand?
[05:08.34]
[00:25.82] No map to guide us
[00:29.21] No compass beside us
[00:32.69] The narrow road
[00:34.52] The great unknown
[00:36.63] The greater sacrifice grants the greatest gift in life
[00:43.27] No more assembly lines of aspirations
[00:48.65] Connecting carbon copy clones
[00:54.12] Every artifact is marching
[00:58.32] Like commodities of flesh and bone
[01:05.20]
[01:15.48] The consistency of our censored thoughts
[01:21.59] Tread a static course
[01:26.90] Ordinary people
[01:32.13] Your outlook is lethal
[01:37.76] Ordinary people
[01:42.26] Your outlook is lethal
[01:47.39] Chiseling away imperfections
[01:52.52] Until rough edges are same and smooth
[01:57.98] The tools have now become too blunt
[02:02.58] To break any of the rules
[02:09.42]
[02:32.36] Post-modern minds
[02:38.43] Bleached blank and clean
[02:43.43] Drawing pixelated lines
[02:51.44] In duller shades that my eyes have ever seen
[02:56.37] The narrow road is all I know
[03:00.55] No map to guide us
[03:04.09] No compass beside us
[03:07.28] The narrow road
[03:09.23] The great unknown
[03:11.56] The greater sacrifice grants the greatest gift in life
[03:18.40] No more assembly lines of aspirations
[03:23.37] Connecting carbon copy clones
[03:28.88] Every artifact is marching
[03:32.81] Like commodities of flesh and bone
[04:00.27] Post-modern minds bleached blank and clean
[04:11.80] Drawing pixelated lines
[04:19.55] In duller shades that my eyes have ever seen
[04:24.34] We're not defined by a blueprint if we rewrite the plan
[04:35.36] So will you paint paradise with the stroke of an artist's hand?
[04:48.58] We're not defined by a blueprint if we rewrite the plan
[04:59.27] So will you paint paradise with the stroke of an artist's hand?
[05:08.34]