We have no clue what to name this

i close my eyes but i can still see
the world is spinning i feel the static
my heart is beating but not alive until im free, i push my fingers into your neck 
just to see if you still care, i feel the chains of my past, lacerations on my back
everything… not quiet enough for me
everything… not quiet enough for me
don’t mind me, don’t mind me
reliving memories that were never supposed to be mine
reliving memories that were never supposed to be mine
everything… not quiet enough for me
everything… not quiet enough for me
don’t mind me, don’t mind me
reliving memories that were never supposed to be mine
repeating these words that were mine but never yours
repeating these words that were mine but never yours

Hush

You gave me your hand as a promise and left it I'm recounting the steps to see what I did wrong , these feelings I get when I’m with you they can not be created again , like notes in a journal you tore from limb to limb , for all that’s been thrown away the feeling of one’s pedal how it caved at my flesh it seemed as if you never had hope so now all that remains here is the ghost of my failure to never keep us whole so now ill just sit here

torn petals (you made me a ghost now i’ll never be the same)

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If I don't wake up, I love you

Split with vs self

Stuck at sea with my paddles on the shore

beforeyouleave - where birds turn to crows

vacate et scire

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Lethal Injection

Lyrics:
from the land of the desolate
where the scarecrow roam with a temperament and a curved blade
he bout serve a little dish served cold in the worst way
in a cursed grave that you lay when you die
all it takes is a slice for you to beg for your life
all your useless cries are just music to I
so you should close your mouth and open your eyes

you got time to watch it all get wasted
now you're buried alive by the choice your making
step on the chair and tighten the rope
ain't no need to say prayers when you lost all your hope, huh?
feel the blade scrape down your spine
as the birds of prey gouge out your eyes now
cutting nerves til you're paralyzed 
miles of vile visions got you terrified

Paint the lines
Cut the man
Remove the bones
And wear the skin 
got no control of my head 
that's why I took apart your flesh        

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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.


Visual Album

Wear the Skin

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