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Buy here: http://www.metalblade.com/whitechapel “‘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 Follow @WhitechapelTV - https://www.whitechapelband.com https://x.com/whitechapelband / whitechapelband / whitechapelband