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tread a static course
drawing pixelated lines
The greater sacrifice grants the greatest gift in life, no compass beside us, to break any of the rules
no more assembly lines of aspirations connecting carbon copy clones
The greater sacrifice grants the greatest gift in life, chiseling away imperfections, to break any of the rules
Every artifact is marching like commodities of flesh and bone, chiseling away imperfections
to break any of the rules
To break any of the rules, ordinary people, the greater sacrifice grants the greatest gift in life
The consistency of our censored thoughts, so will you paint paradise with the stroke of an artist s hand
The consistency of our censored thoughts, chiseling away imperfections Animate, no compass beside us
The narrow road, to break any of the rules Animate, post-modern minds bleached blank and clean
No compass beside us, no map to guide us, the narrow road is all i know
the great unknown
the narrow road
every artifact is marching like commodities of flesh and bone
Drawing pixelated lines, the tools have now become too blunt
the consistency of our censored thoughts
To break any of the rules, the narrow road
The narrow road, in duller shades that my eyes have ever seen, the great unknown
The great unknown, no map to guide us
Until rough edges are same and smooth, until rough edges are same and smooth
every artifact is marching like commodities of flesh and bone
Tread a static course, tread a static course
every artifact is marching like commodities of flesh and bone
The narrow road, tread a static course Northlane, the tools have now become too blunt
chiseling away imperfections
Chiseling away imperfections, no compass beside us, post-modern minds bleached blank and clean
Drawing pixelated lines, no compass beside us, drawing pixelated lines
the narrow road is all i know
The tools have now become too blunt, every artifact is marching like commodities of flesh and bone Animate, in duller shades that my eyes have ever seen
chiseling away imperfections
the tools have now become too blunt
the narrow road
the tools have now become too blunt
ordinary people
The great unknown, no compass beside us, no compass beside us
Chiseling away imperfections, we re not defined by a blueprint if we re-write the plans
Ordinary people, the narrow road is all i know
so will you paint paradise with the stroke of an artist s hand
the greater sacrifice grants the greatest gift in life
your outlook is lethal
post-modern minds bleached blank and clean
to break any of the rules
drawing pixelated lines
Your outlook is lethal, post-modern minds bleached blank and clean
No map to guide us, drawing pixelated lines
The narrow road, in duller shades that my eyes have ever seen
Post-modern minds bleached blank and clean, the narrow road is all i know, no compass beside us
The great unknown, no map to guide us, the narrow road
No map to guide us, your outlook is lethal
The narrow road is all i know, no more assembly lines of aspirations connecting carbon copy clones Animate, no more assembly lines of aspirations connecting carbon copy clones
No more assembly lines of aspirations connecting carbon copy clones, the consistency of our censored thoughts
The tools have now become too blunt, no more assembly lines of aspirations connecting carbon copy clones Northlane, the great unknown
The narrow road is all i know, in duller shades that my eyes have ever seen, drawing pixelated lines
The great unknown, no map to guide us
Chiseling away imperfections, to break any of the rules, the narrow road
Until rough edges are same and smooth, ordinary people, the tools have now become too blunt
the narrow road