Retch from Ill Advised by No Matter

Sit back, watch me wilt, stick it in til the hilt
Don't worry, don't mind me
A lost unique stare, fucked beyond compare
Got used to misery

Kicked to the street, too drunk to find my feet
Routine broke again
Rotten to the core, back aching from the floor
Daily grind, my friend

Nothing goes well
When you're living in Hell's familiar trashy streets
Is it far fetched, maybe a stretch,
That it makes me want to retch?
I'm burning.

Take it from this prodigal son
Don't entertain your thoughts
With notions that you're something I lack
When nothing could be more false

Take it somewhere else
To your lies I won't adhere
Your words reek of sin
Vomit foul conjecture in someone else's ear
Mine are at the brim

It makes me want to retch.

• Irish Punk
• Pop Punk
• Punk
• female bassist
• punk rock
• skate punk
• Belfast