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Whitechapel - A Visceral Retch - Phil Bozeman | Vocal One Take

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“‘A Visceral Retch’ is a song that fans of "The Somatic Defilement" will latch onto immediately. It was one of the first songs we had in the chamber to work with. This song came to light thanks mostly to [guitarist] Zach Householder. He showed us and we all immediately said, ‘yup, that’s it.’ Zach is notorious for very dark and horror-like vibes so this album is right in his wheelhouse. The song is disturbing. Imagine being put in a situation of survival by gluttonous, mammoth demons that give you a choice. Eat the demons’ waste, eat each other, or starve to death. The twist, you’re against the people you love the most. It’s a way to find the ones that are truly evil people to build and strengthen their cult. It also represents how horrible people can really be, when push comes to shove.” - Phil Bozeman

WHITECHAPEL:
Phil Bozeman – vocals
Ben Savage – lead guitar
Alex Wade – rhythm guitar
Zach Householder – guitar
Gabe Crisp – bass
Brandon Zackey – drums

LYRICS:
Consume
Consumed without a gasp, we gorge into the night as we dance
To the curdling whimper of pitiful man
Blasphemous, gluttonous
The belly begs for a moments rest, quick to reject, we still ingest
As the withered hole pleads to eject
They cannot stomach the smell, mangled innards wrench as they swell
An eternal song of visceral retch
The churns, they burn
Unnourished, brittle shell of a man
Submit or consume the consumed

Hail the coprophagous and cannibalistic
Long for the flesh, compelled to eat shit

There’s no distance our hymns won’t reach
The gags of dissonance echo as they preach
Cold goes the waste, reluctant to taste
Now the mold is in bloom, insatiably they consume

They cannot stomach the smell, mangled innards wrench as they swell
An eternal song of visceral retch
The churns, they burn

Bless the mess that rots in my gut
Behold the foul vessel erupt

Septic we bleed
Our seed breeds vermin
Appetite of the sick
Eviscerate to rid the taste
And be consumed once more

Eviscerate to rid the taste
Eviscerate, re-consume the waste

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