Angels for Breakfast .​.​.​And God for Lunch

by Sterbhaus

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1.
Insecticide 03:29
Tattoo your neck and pretend you have the right To breathe the same air as me just overnight You are the brand new infection The infestation – The noise That can’t decide on where to steer the helm So you never try - Never care to make a choice You say it validates your art That it is proof of your devotion It’s a tub of lard When a fat joke isn’t that funny Just excrement from the bowels Of the mother of all that is junk Metal-Core Insecticide This is Metal-Core Insecticide More hellbent on the way you look You gimmicks and your shitty hooks A hallowed shell or a shallow hell A first grade poop deliverer Your greasy hairdos Your excessive body art It’s not proof of your devotion It’s a tub of lard An awkward pile of shit – It’s the exodus of wit And to the idiot down the line It’s just a sign of the times You are the new grunge What happens now has happened before It doesn’t matter if you think you’ll live You’ll never survive It is the natural order of things The higher you fly the further you fall Once you are replaced Metal-Core Insecticide -There will be no room for you Metal-Core Insecticide -In just a few years you’re thru Metal-Core Insecticide -And there is nothing that you can do…
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Missionary bricks in a game They cower under their God They have gathered here Waiting for an old man with his rod The wannabe Jebus has arrived The popemobile is parked outside And all his retarded dead little midget friends They run around and cry that Zombie Jesus needs us The second coming of the Leatherman Is the head of the church They say she’s hiding there Somewhere in the crowd You can see her smile with a twisted grin Among the faces of the meek You will need… Seven sins To embrace the Holy Goat Never mind the Father now The Son is dead for all she knows Poperipper jumping over ropes to rip down the pope Poperipper jumping over ropes to rip down the pope Poperipper ripping down the pope two years in a row She’d die to give him his last rites With 666… Goodbyes Watch him go down Laugh as he’s falling Humoristic violence in fact It’s not like pious men doesn’t deserve it United under a sky of their God of Dust Ceasing the day There’s heaven to pay To believe is to be the enemy Come Easter next year she’s a sword in the fish Escape her prison cell to make the pope the dish And when he staggers once more up the stairs To give his tacky speech She’ll be there waiting in the crowd To fulfill her utmost wish Some rumors say she’s hiding there Somewhere in the crowd You can see her smile with a twisted grin Among the faces of the meek Embody seven sins and embrace the Holy Goat Never mind the Father now The Son is dead for all she knows
3.
I take the elevator to hell It is the only place where I feel swell It is the place where I feel calm Where the soothing flames my soul embalms And here, as long as no one puts you down There is nowhere that I feel betrayal as I feel above I’m the one who takes all the crap all day I’m the one who toils for minimum pay Even though I hate you I still can say Absolutely do not die ‘Cause sure as hell you won’t arrive To the pearly gates and get inside Here below, when I’m alone It’s a perfect place to call my home I used to be Someone in league with people But now I feast on the number of the beast Deliver Me - The devil proved you wrong I’ll take the elevator down to hell To the haven of home I’m the one who takes all the crap all day I’m the one who toils for minimum pay Even though I hate you I still have to say Absolutely do not die ‘Cause sure as hell you won’t arrive To the pearly gates and get inside Here below, when I’m alone It’s the only place to be entombed Absolutely do not Die! I breathe the air - Sniffing fire The atmosphere Is like a hundred thousand pyres everywhere And none remain lit long enough To fry my brain! Somewhere up above Where monkeys walking upright They all push and shove Until their feces pile and they all die I’d like to put you away Put you to death anyday ‘Cause if I did I would be able to remain Too bad there’s nothing to do There’s just so many of you Let’s say I would rise up and go thru with it There’s still the trick Of keeping you away From the hell below I call my home Where all your sins will be atoned
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I got a list of things I got to do It starts with dismembering all of you ‘Cause when my day to day hate stays the same And I wish for death for all who remain In a world I thought I knew so well In a hollow, mellow, evil shell Where everyone works to earn their pay For a few days off to remain insane Comatose Neurosis You’re one of those who wouldn’t dare oppose The stalemate of your own time And when you die, do you ask yourself why You’ve built a life based on nothing? In a dormant state of mind as you arrive To the home of ghouls that lurk beneath the ground In a make believe hell, known to all mankind You’ll burn and fester in your on flesh Smell the lard beneath your skin Upon a pyre of your own damnation Rotting as I grin When you think about the life you lead Does everything add up alright? In the end did you achieve that much? Than procreation All the things you do for food And for having a roof above your head That you do it without contemplating why Is just bloody mad Fall back in line Adapt, assimilate And realize You’re already dead! The unending consumption At the formless store of wasted lives Where you buy what you need and Never think twice Never hesitate Never question is this what is right for you Does it all come down to resistance To the nameless form devouring your soul Awaken from thy slumber Great dream smasher of conformity I hail the midst this infected cyst Of human mediocrisy Come forth and kill! The slumber will never last It is time to succumb to the one Who seeks to silence and kill the meak As they inherit death at his feet
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Left for dead With a knife in my head Stuck between my eyes and my brain and I said: “Hello” What in the world is going on in my head I’m used to sleep alone Without vermin like friends Somewhere along the line, I know I’m to… Tell them I hate them What are these horrible nightmares of mine (What are these horrible nightmares of mine) Tell them I hate them Who gave me horrible nightmares (nightmares) Nocturnal visions lurk in my brain Am I alive or dying? Lying disgusting in a hole Toss a bone, it’s My gravestone Leave a shovel for me to get home Not six feet above my head I’ll kill you! Now Tell them I hate them What are these horrible nightmares of mine (What are these horrible nightmares of mine) Tell them I hate them Who gave me horrible nightmares (nightmares) Fester in my mind My nightmare of flesh Of maggots and death So sweet and sour like Beelsebubs breath The worms in my gut They feast as I rot This dream is of me as I stray from the path and become Someone devoted to serving the status quo Soulless and shallow and certified tool Tell them I hate them
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Retardival 03:57
Retardival (rep) Oh gravedigger - Great Nemesis of mine Whose rearview mirror reflects nothing that shine Overstimulate, overcharge those late to accept that you instigate… Retardival (rep) Celebrate your stupidity Spend your dough and your dignity Make sure everyone knows You’re just one of those So happy to be part of it all It’s an annual exodus Of a midlife crisis It’s an annual execution Retardival (rep)
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Bring your wicked God He rolled his eyes into his head Tried hard to see his brain When in fact there was nothing there Not a single piece of goo And that never appeared as odd In the eyes of a man Of the United States of God Who plans to consume almost anyone There’s a funny little story It don’t really have to be boring See, there’s a wolf, three pigs And a God of Oil in the pot It’s the tale of Cpt Bible – Hunter of Hogs And his pack of English dogs Sniffing out the pig – sleeping inside Thinking his black blood ought to be mine! Huffin’, puffin’, Blow your House in (rep) Captain Bible, the murdering is on With the first little piggy in the belly of God “Pray little piggy but beware…” The dome of straw’s gone The dome of wood is next in line It falls like matches on fire to the burning ground And down the throat of Captain Bible dies a squeeling sound! He is a wolf of stars and stripes And now to the Dome of the Dead he arrives The bible mans’ breath won’t do the trick To get inside… He’d have to die!!! Huffin’, puffin’, Blow your House in (rep) Captain Bible in the Dome of the Dead A wannabe priest on a killing spree (killing spree) There’s no way to escape this mad house of the decay Once you enter you can kiss your life and your bible goodbye Captain Bible (rep) We’re all happy slaves in the city today Now that the bible man is in our dome His quest for blood – black and burning Has come to an end We’ve spent our lives in wait for this day To rip his cape apart Captain Bible -Will be no more as we feast on him Captain Bible -United States of religious whims Captain Bible -The only way to be rid of his kin Captain Bible -Is to feast on a priest like fucking beast!
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Armed – With the skills of my feet The slaughter now beckons Shoes - Second to none With a facedate to the ground The time has arrived To rectify the meaning of your life D-Day is here Conjuring of footwear everywhere The fun is when you kill on the run Your foot fear brings you closer to Kingdome Come I’ve come to realize I wouldn’t mind to help those in need In my ears it does seem like selfhelp to me There’s more than enough shit beneath the soles of my feet To justify me going too far And for me to issue a hit – Size plus is the shit And death by falling to the ground - Is kinda fun Aah! A burning bastard in a ditch Is better than a goddamn moocher in your kitchen D-Day is here And there’s footwear everywhere The fun is when you kill on the run When foot fear brings you closer to death Fear no more Impending gore Life’s too short to care for Your flesh and soul Discarded whole When all the bones and skin’s been sold Time to stroll down dismembering lane To go east to west and plant faces in the rain Come summer and shine – I’ll cut you down And honor the human harvest time
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Frogboiler 02:43
One gallon of boiling water Never skip on the salt Take care to never look too deep inside The book of food For this is the recipe unwritten by God From the time when the Nile ran red with blood And we all drank deep From the Chalice of the vertigo sun Can’t you understand why you must die You’re the main ingredient in my pie The Frogboiler is here With a torture career Feeding on their reeking fear Watch them twitch before they die You’re the main ingredient in my pie Die! Son of a guy The unholy child of the toad Whose meat turns vit When it meets the heat Like the skinless bones Beneath the gravestone Can’t you understand why you must die You’re the main ingredient So let me make of you a pie Die! - The Frogboiler is here With a torture career Watch them twitch before they die No reptile’s left alive All the Frogs must Die! The Frogboiler is here All the frogs must fucking die! All the Frogs must Die! The Frogboiler is here All the frogs must fucking die!
10.
Deathwizz 04:08
In the halls of the soon to be dead They lie sleeping, waiting until they’re fed To the hall-monitor of death In the corridor of the fallen few Now he knows just what to do What the fudge! I’m sick and tired of your shit Wiping your pick when you can’t go to the can I never chose to clean your soil for a living But here I am stuck knee-deep in the filth Of an old man smiling with a toothless grin A bed wetter never amounts to that much Tinklefaery whisper in my ear Pee and die but no one seems to hear The Reaper comes to spay you in the night A ghost to some, a savior to the one wiping in white There is no one to save the one who’s peeing in the night Discolored sheets shouldn’t mean working overtime A lesson, a nightmare, a fluid from inside And an ancient pee-stick A horror of the white dressed man who feeds you everyday Now in a black robe – And the game is on Urinate in bed again and there will never be a better time to meet the dead Tinklefaery whisper in my ear Pee and die but no one seems to hear The Reaper comes to spay you in the night A Ghost to some, a savior to the one wiping in white Ugly prune face how I hate your smell Smell the boney finger of your hell Hell is where you’ll end up once I’m fed up Pulling my pranks ...P!!!
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Building the machine for the sheer bloody fun of it At the corporation of the dead Satanic circuits intertwined ‘neath the shining hull For the day when you are fed to Hell Put the burning key in the ignition And feel the metal engine roar Smell the sulfur fumes Where the exhaust pipe exits no one really knows for sure It is the last car that you’ll ever drive And you will get it once on the other side When you take your last breath The keys will be handed to you by Death Now someones’ bones crack It’s the pavement made From the bodies of little angels slayed From the time when time was nothing more Than just a speck of dirt In the periphery of some other deities little wet dream And there’s another thing you see You will have payed the whole thing off With the time spent living dead above the ground Depending on the life you’ve lived The more the merrier evil kills The features of your project S.A.T.A.N. Will be installed to slay them all Project S.A.T.A.N.! The bringer of hell! Demanding blood for fuel How it ends only the dead can tell The bringer of hell! Five pointed steering wheel The feature of the damned
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Ministry 07:27
Were I just a dude like you And not shat out in the back of a car With a bumpersticker with a fish on I’d take care not to end up On the far side of my pitchfork And sent back with the stork See I am one of many A certified tool of the Lord With a collar to prove That I am fit to read the bible loud and clear Anywhere Now join my Ministry of Pain And spend your life as terminally insane Or rest assured There will be a Bloody Hell to pay one day Heck I was never told That the salvation of your soul Lies at the end of someones butthole Indoctrination by poking buns In doctor nation, there is no fun Now receive the Lord as I myself received His infinite grace And know the Pokémon is the devil incarnate! And don’t get me started on the music of the youth of today Now join my Ministry of Pain And spend your life as terminally insane Or rest assured There will be a Bloody Hell for the stillborn in Armageddon Who will be the first to throw the stone? You know, God would go far If He just stepped down from the clouds With his big throwing arm And his beard - puffy like a sheep-farm And his big gold cross around his neck The neck he invented for himself And for all of Mankind Thank you God For the neck we have received It’s the neck we use… When we… Turn our heads I’ll serve you what you need to eat Like Angels for Breakfast… …And God for Lunch I wish I brought me something good to separate the flesh From the bones ‘cause the meat is dry And when you chew with your mouth open Zombie Jesus will rise And take you hunting ‘till the Dawn of Time!

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released August 24, 2012

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Sterbhaus Sweden

Stockholm Metal Deluxe (Thrash/Death/Black/Heavy Metal) outfit with extraordinary wit and ripping live shows.

Featuring Marcus Hammarström (Shining, Elvira Madigan), Jimmy Ahovalli and Erik Röjås (Ondskapt).

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