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...