Cliche Guevara

And we'll keep ourselves in a place where it's easy to hold onto.

the last threats came and went, this is the way that wars are
played.
always heading for a front, heading for a front,
we go into the obscurity of an easy to pass on feeling that
objection is so cliche.
a new waaay on [x4]
so can your pop sensibilities sing me the end of the world?
turn gunshots and mortar blasts into a metaphor of how we are
all the same.
well there's a lot of things that should be said, so we're
hammering six strings,
machine gun in audible voices, this is the party we came for.
a new waaay on
a new waaay on
a new waaay on
a new waaay...
we stand in amazement of motion in a world that is constantly
revolving.
with plans of invasion and arms races racing we rock to the new
sensation.
a new waaay on
a new waaay on
a new waaay on
a new waaay...