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