Cliché 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 way on
A new way on
A new way on
A new way on
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 way on
A new way on
A new way on
A new way
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 way on
A new way on
A new way on
A new way