Your Advice

What you feel? Do you feel happier?

It was very nice

...

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 fame 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

Weak and 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