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