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