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

by Sterbhaus

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released August 24, 2012

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Sterbhaus Sweden

A perfect snapshot of what honest Metal is today, without being either particular retro or modern.

Take a representation of what the four essential cornerstones of Metal is …that is: Thrash, Death, Black and Heavy Metal, and we shit you not. You DO end up with this quartet from Stockholm. It’s bloody potent, passionate, straightforward and timeless. And it is a rare commodity today.
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Track Name: Insecticide
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…
Track Name: Ripping the Pope
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
Track Name: Absolutely Do Not Die!
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
Track Name: The Great Dreamsmasher of Conformity
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
Track Name: Tell Them I Hate Them
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
Track Name: Retardival
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)
Track Name: Captain Bible in the Dome of the Dead
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!
Track Name: Faceplant Armageddon
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
Track Name: Frogboiler
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!
Track Name: Deathwizz
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!!!
Track Name: Project S.A.T.A.N.
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
Track Name: Ministry
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!