Whitechapel A Visceral Retch
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 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
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