so sharpen your teeth
black streets bring you back to me
blood seeps, pouring from my wounds
and i’ve seen the face of hell
concrete, these walls are just a shell
you know this just as well

pour out your life for me
nothing left but chlorine 
the smell, it burns my lungs
you are intoxicating 
you make my skin crawl
and all the sheep flock

chlorine

ghost in the glow demo |prod. anticon

⚝ lyrics:

just feed me to the beast
just don't you let her off her leash

just feed me to the beast
but don't you take her off her leash x2

just leave me to die
there's nowhere to hide
from the beast that's inside
it's in you and i
i've watched the darkness cover your eyes
i've seen the dark thoughts cross through your mind

she said i'm falling apart
with these thoughts in my head
i should have known from the start
how all this would've ended

just feed me to the beast
but don't you take her off her leash

im stuck in the haze in your goodbyes
counting the cracks of my own mind
looking for peace that i'll never find
i'm crying out but the echo dies
got me trapped in this void
i think im paralyzed -
from these thoughts in my head
i should've known from the start
how all this would've end

she said i'm falling apart
with these thoughts in my head
I should have known from the start
how all this would've ended

just feed me to the beast
but don't you take her off her leash



† 5hy:
https://soundcloud.com/im5hy
https://open.spotify.com/artist/2TcMB2b7duIzDoXnAr4iTr
https://www.instagram.com/im5hy
https://www.youtube.com/@im5hy


† WHYTYLXR:
https://soundcloud.com/whytylxr
https://open.spotify.com/artist/2618WoveBPd91A0xWide3w
https://www.instagram.com/whytylxr/

LEASH

medicine

Lyrics:
I'm not the one you'd like to find when you take a look inside
You been afraid of what its like; Become the one that you've despised
Buried alive, dug your own grave, sacrificed; Dying in vein
The divine sorrow and shame left a trail of destruction and pain

i took a trip down by the tomb
old man pearson payed me a visit 'round noon
he rose out the grave and we had a few brews
told me who I could save and who I could shoot
said that he couldn't stay, I've gots a mission to do
and when I gets it done we're moving onto phase 2
grew close to the old man, though I know that he's dead
and long before I knew it, Pearson became my friend to the end

vile visionary
I talk to the dead
vile visionary
it's not all in your head
x2

your body will be forgotten in the pits with the maggots; rotting
you're alive and growing nauseous
say your prayers, cause God is watching

i see trouble coming over the hill
i sense that they may be coming to kill
cryptid chaos coming closer
wicked pagan seance composer
 
-
 
Vilephile is a concept-driven metal band rooted in horror, mythology, and the grotesque decay of the American Midwest. Emerging from the haunted remnants of an 18th-century hog farm in rural Illinois, the band constructs a dark universe of sound and story. Each member is a cryptid entity—once part of the land or its history, now resurrected into flesh through the twisted magic of a farm witch named Vile Lynn. Musically, Vilephile merges the downtuned weight of Black Sabbath with the chaos and aggression of Slipknot, the theatrical violence of GWAR, and the industrial pulse of Rob Zombie. Drawing influence from bands like System of a Down, Megadeth, Hatebreed, Pantera, I Set My Friends On Fire, The Bunny The Bear, Mudvayne, Mushroomhead, Alice in Chains, Modest Mouse, My Chemical Romance and even Insane Clown Posse, the band weaves together metalcore riffs, groove metal rhythms, and eerie synth-driven textures to create something both heavy and hallucinatory. Stevie Vile’s vocal performance is a brutal blend of deep, gravel-coated growls and shrieking, high-intensity screams along with twangy southern style of singing similar to Primus. His lows carry the weight and grit found in early Megadeth and Rob Zombie, delivering a raw, almost feral tone that feels carved from rust and bone. In stark contrast, his high-pitched screams slice through the mix with the unrelenting intensity of Nirvana, Knocked Loose, Flagman, The Chariot and the trap-metal artist Bruxism, adding a layer of panic and volatility. The result is a voice that feels both grounded in tradition and violently unhinged—an essential force behind Vilephile’s chaotic, horror-laced sound.

Old Man Pearson

(I Can’t Get) Comfortable

DO YOU STILL HATE ME

YOUSAHOE

It's Always Coffee and Cigarettes for Breakfast

dopamine

Every story needs an origin story. Waiting outside is Chapter One. Look out for Chapter Two...

DO YOU STILL HATE ME

PLEASE GO TO HELL