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...