A Visceral Retch Songtext
von Whitechapel

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 moment′s 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 sh–


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
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