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 it

Loud as I wondered, in a new kind of torture

When the fight doesn’t burn, it just longs to return

To the way it was

I miss the comfort of your chains

And I miss the comfort of being enslaved

And now the flame, it catches

As you set it would

The morning bells 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 being enslaved

And I miss the comfort of your advice

Ignore the new world

But it's easy for anyone to say