Your advice

What you feel? Do you feel happier?
It was very nice
You ain't even gon' remember

Your advice, ignore the new world
But it's easy for anyone to say
Loud as I wondered, in a new kind of torture
When the fight isn't bound, it just owes you a time
To awake it

I miss the comfort of your chains
And I miss the comfort of NSA

And now the? it catches
As you set it in words
The morning bass is gold
The endless week-end
The endless week-end
But I'm doing alright
Waking up so fucking slowly

I miss the comfort of your chains
And I miss the comfort of NSA
And I miss the comfort of your advice
Ignore the new world
But it's easy for anyone to say