Admission Of Guilt

by Infernal Diatribe

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released March 19, 2016

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Track Name: Admission Of Guilt
Act as the face of kindness and love
A misleading fraud to which they look up
To easy to see exterior falsehood
Behind your walls you’re up to no good
Lead by example, you lead like a fuck
High in the clouds your head remains stuck
I will not attest, accept, or respect
Your fairytale world that you live to perfect

Admission of guilt
Living with instinct, not to pretend
Admission of guilt
Nobody’s perfect, bring this to an end

A statue of virtue, of solace, of law
A misguided result of life once so raw
He rustled and turned but didn’t fight back
Genuine judgment is what he’d soon lack
“What do they think” was his main concern
To accept their flaw he would never learn
To accept his own was out of the question
Mind incapable of learning a lesson

A role model is the last thing I need
A new trend is what you’re hoping to breed
Your actions bore me like a catholic mass
You came from nowhere so you’ll be gone fast
Track Name: Rather Not (Stuck)
People surround me, I can’t fucking move.
Lost in this ocean, completely subdued.
Tear me from my home, burn me up inside.
What is this illusion I can’t seem to find?
Running to my door and reaching for my bed.
Can’t fight the fucking anger that lives in my head.
Hope is not an option, I’m a pessimistic fuck.
I’m stuck --- I can’t seem to find a way in.

Stuck.

Every single day I’m just stuck in my way,
lost to the point where I’m going insane.
Socially stuck; I’m too afraid to fly,
looking at the ground kicking rocks to the side.

Hopeless fucking problems; I’ve got a lot.
I could try much harder but I’d rather not.

Stuck.
Track Name: Raw Youth
Stomping the menace that’s forcing us down.
Hell bent on revenge. Raw youth on the ground.
Fisting the wounds of suits and the cops.
Light up the churches. Ash, flesh till it stops.

Raw youth, pull out from abuse.
Raw youth, cut the knot from the noose.

Born in dirt since our sad birth.
Crawl up from the slime, fed line after line.
Socially avoid, emotionally void.
Won’t stop till perfection is completely destroyed.

Raw youth, set aside from the crutch.
Raw youth, all endlessly fucked.

Destined for failure since the snap of the snare.
Against the fucking odds. Can’t breathe their air.
Socially pissed, emotionally dismissed.
Raw youth taking charge in an era of shit.

Raw youth, pull out from abuse.
Raw youth, cut the knot from the noose.
Raw youth, set aside from the crutch.
Raw youth, all endlessly fucked.
Raw youth.
Track Name: New Breed Of Destruction
New breeds of destruction all following the crowd.
Full minds of consumption way too eager and proud.
Against fucking nothing, white sheep in the fence.
Stay locked in their fashion while the poles get fucked and bent.

All you’ve become is another stain on the earth.
Full of fucking shit. Too scared to discover.
All that you know is what you’ve all been fucking told.
A headful of lies. Too afraid to break the mold.

A dull breed of conformists in line to drink the punch.
Wide eyed and willing. A generation on puppet strings.
Brought up to play it safe in a world that’s full of hate.
Can’t seem to change the face of this new human race.

A new sense of complacency.
Turned backs against the breed.
Dead kids with dumb ideas think they’re the next best thing.
Clogged heads with inside jokes. Elitist little fucking cunts.
You can’t take this away.
I can’t, I can’t, I can’t let you.
Track Name: Ritual Piss
Swarming like bees heading back to the hive.
You follow the leader your whole fucking life.

Conform to the cult, conform to the cult.

Acting as slaves tied with chains to the cross.
Head in the clouds, you’re all fucking lost.

Conform to the cult, conform to the cult.

One, two three your faith is straight shit, you’re all God’s little whores.
Two hands on the cup; drink the piss as its poured.

Choke on fucking piss.
Track Name: Annoy Me Again
Can’t hold contempt, my nerves are too bent.
Constantly slipping on both sides of the fence.
Won’t look you in the eye. Won’t start a conversation.
Bite my tongue till it bleeds and swallow frustration.

Annoy me again, annoy me again.
Alone in my mind, I’m my only friend.
Annoy me again, annoy me again.
Sitting in the back, wishing it would end.

Hands in my pockets, can’t bend at the knees.
Clearing my throat afraid of disease.
Can’t say that I’m sorry. Can’t say that I’ve tried.
Avoid confrontation till the day that I die.

I’m burning, I’m twisted, I’m spent.
I’m annoyed, I’m annoyed again.
Track Name: Holy Crutch
Brainwash the youth for the sake of your church.
Turn kids into zombies, force god down their throat.
Collecting the bills, stack dollars and crosses.
Repent on your lies, fuck your false god.

Burn down the church. Christ is a crutch.
False pillars of shit, I’ve had enough.
Pages of lies, myth and deceit.
Death to your masters, bleed every sheep.

Rip down the clouds, grab the lightning in my hands.
Nothing exists, no holy or the damned.
Shut the fuck up, keep your faith to yourself.
If you were truly saved you’d know you’re already in hell.

No kings, No Gods, No Slaves.
Burn down this fucked up place.

Curse the fucking moon. Reverse the cross.
Spit the fucking truth. Scream it at the clouds.

No kings, No Gods, No Slaves.
Burn down this fucked up place.
Track Name: The Lowest Of Low
A night spent alone, can’t find the right one.
Permission to fuck just isn’t as fun.
Stock up on pills and crawl through the night.
Slide through the gutters and hide from the light.
A sick fucking human, perverted since birth.
The piles of shit that cover this earth.
A sick fucking human, perverted since birth.
The piles of shit that cover this earth.

Force it in, the best that you’re giving it.
Force it in, it’s the best that you’ve got.
Force it in, against her will.
Force it in, you’re the lowest of low.

A night spent alone, can still smell her scent.
Can’t taste the absence of the missing consent.
You’re the dirt in the hole, the spit on the floor.
Mistake in the room that everyone ignores.
Blood on your hands. You’re covered in guilt.
Another mother fucker thinking with his dick.
You’re the death at the wake, your mother’s mistake.
A phony fucking prick, an ignorant fake.

One, two, fuck you.
Track Name: Pinched Nerves
Twisted spine in the cell.
Suffocating and constricted.
Nervous wreck in my head.
Burnt out and conflicted.

Bust these chains that keep me sane.
Explode the pain that’s in my brain.

I can’t believe in a god (no god).
It’s only me; Just myself.
Dark shadows on the wall.
An angry man in living hell.
Collecting bottled up rage to force down your fucking throat.
Turn my fist into hate.
Face-fuck this dead earth.

Bust these chains that keep me sane.
Explode the pain that’s in my brain.

Cut down from futures (Nothing left inside)
Live life in these thorns (Don’t know why I fucking try)
I’m just an illusion (A burden in this life)
Cast out from the norm (Can’t see why I fucking try).

Chained to the masses. A sick fucking joke.
Loose ends at the altar. Hanging by the throat.
Fuck this fucking shit.
Track Name: Kids With Issues
Truth be told I’m a fucked up kid.
I’ve got no reason to care and no purpose to live.
Pressure to succeed clouding my vision.
Rewriting my whole story, change decisions with revisions.

What’s the point in trying hard when fucking nothing ever goes my way?

Honestly, I’m tired of the same old shit.
Breaking my back to try and get a fix.
Crawling through this world constantly scared.
Truth be told I don’t fucking care...

Snap my fucking spine and call it a day.

Can’t handle the pressure, I’ll fucking break.
Issues crawling through my mind like a fucking snake. Depression is a sickness that I can’t shake.
Depression is a sickness that I can’t fake but who cares?
Track Name: Struggle Point
A constant cancer that runs straight to the bone.
Been picking up the pieces; you don’t leave me alone.
I’ve lost my fucking mind and I blame mankind.
You’re all just living on the edges of a coke line.

A struggle point, this world is driving me insane.
A struggle point, a curse that sits on my brain.
Forced to fail until you’ve got nothing left.
Forced to struggle on until life turns to death.

A wad of spit that’s flying straight towards my eyes.
I’m running from the bastards that live in their lies.
I’ve had enough of this, your human insolence.
You’re all so quick to claim your fucking innocent.

All common sense just seizes to exist.
And mothers with daughters put razors to their wrist.
We all struggle till the day that we die.
Always digging our own grave and filling it with lies.
You fill it with lies.
I’m fucking struggling.

A struggle point, this world is driving me insane.
A struggle point, a curse that sits on my brain.
Track Name: Set To Explode
Born into substance created by man.
A natural disaster cupped in their hands.
Innocent people shot in the streets.
Our futures are lined with meat and defeat.
All humans are bastards just waiting to die.
Collecting the check with greed in their eyes.
Cops and the suits controlling the flow.
We sit in the shadows, set to explode.

Destroy everything.
We’re all fucked anyways.

Killed by ourselves, the top of the chain.
Thriving in murder but failed to sustain.
Electing officials who lead into walls.
Folding up flags while we wait to fall.
All humans are bastards just waiting to die.
Building up debt with pain in their eyes.
Cops and the suits controlling the flow.
We walk through the fire, set to explode.

Destroy everything.
We’re all fucked in the end.

Destroy, destruct, relive, forget.