Lyrics:
which one are you gonna choose?
I feel like nothin to you
and you hide under the covers
learned a new knot called the noose
now I got nothin to lose
ohio isn't for lovers

tell me why do you gotta lie?
try and hide what lies inside
 
handcuffed to a hand grenade    
pull the pin and we end the pain
pop shots, baby; let em ring
put an end to the manic state

little deathwish grippin' on the pistol metal hot
puts an end to every little part of trama that you got
one second you nod, next you're fiendin for a shot
funny how they complain after they done fought out what they   sought 
tried to make the best of it until the day it got grim
stevie thinks he got a bottle, but the bottle got him
ain't seen him in a week; I think he mighta dropped in
why you worried now? don't forget who taught him how to swim, daddy
hand grenade and he might just pull the pin
mad he ain't the man with the plan like he's Bin Laden
watch the heads keep on turning     heads been crackin
been livin in sin and since then I ain't been this happy 

now you're mad at me for what you put me through
there's a side of me who craves that side of you
give me release; could give it back to you
come bring me peace i'll bring a war to you

Handcuffs & Handgrenades

Lyrics:
she spent her sunday playing pretend
she won't look for more than a friend
she doesn't want the pain to end
she don't want no love; she wanna hang by a thread

peeled off the ground; guess I got a little pick-me-up
kicked around a touch and   I could use a fix me up
feeling like foot soldiers on the frontline 
got t you on edge like you was waiting for punchline
i cut lines and slam shots in solitary
i been looking for a pretty graveplot to bury
the road ahead and my visions only growing scary
 fill his head up with lead when he coming near me
piggy piggy better pull up in a vest real bulletproof
if he isn't careful he could catch a bullet to the tooth 
back to the academy to use your tongue to clean the boots  
tell me mister, why the fuck are you so full of you
pretty pictures on paper tabs 
don't know where from, but it's made in labs
we're catching lighting in a bubble, come take a drag
type of hyper shit you hit and go get a bag of 

if you wanna feel somethin baby give me a call
cause i don't wanna feel nothin baby nothin at all
known to grab some anhydrous when I'm working the farm
ain't nothing wrong with alcohol but it just ain't want I wantg
  
feeling sick of how you live
always need a fix to get you though the fits
mind died, no where to hide 
dead inside your head where the trauma reside
and they say they don't wan' break free
swear theyre never gon make me
racing to the grave real hastily
come see where the cold wind takes me

 u got something and its something that i want 
 
cant sleep nowhere left to go 
six feet deep before you show it
you leech; addiction's all you know
too geeked you can't  leave it alone 
teeth bleed; thank the amphetamine
busy, but got nowhere to be 
feeling alive but look dead to me 
whole life's been consumed like a pill to a fiend

Swine Country

lyrics:
  know that I should go, but I may stay
baby don't play with your razor blades 
 am I the one insane that all your friends hate?
thinking  they'd be happy with a bullet in my brain
12 hours in just to breaK your bones
ain't made spit and the shtick's got old 
pain makes change; can't fix it all
didnt get the message so I guess he missed the call 
you'll go dollarsign dry; spending when you got none
problems gone high; money gonna solve some
don't let em fill your head with what they think you need to know
wonder what they mean when they fiend for control
you don't know where I been, don't know where I go
down in the dirt like a dead animal 
bled on my shirt stained red from his skull
bet he won't try, bet his feet go cold
 
something inside says to let it be
but the beast inside, he sinks his teeth
and you cant seem to find yourself peace of mind
without the feeling of his claws shredding down your spine

in the fields with nowhere to run
 blade in my back done got blood on the rust
and the handle was wrapped in the remains of my guts
when all you feel is trapped, you're one to live by the gun

The Resting Wicked

Barnyard Undead

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.


Wear the Skin

'Kin' is a 21-minute descent into hog farm rot and Midwest decay. 
Vilephile’s visual EP fuses grotesque horror, warped psychedelia, and cursed soil into a filthy, brain-melting trip straight from the underworld of Vilevison.
 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.

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
 
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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.

Old Man Pearson

Lyrics:
they made me out to be down for the count 
now they're tongue-tied by lies that they spout
i'd like to hear their last breath out loud
feel the rush, watch the blood gush out
i took a tab to see what I gleam 
i bought a bottle to polish her clean
I ain't sweet but I don't like to be mean
but you're a vile one and all that I see  

i got lead and an iron gun
to kill the men that ya'll become
nowhere left, no place to run
morning's coming, baby; hide from the sun

vile lynn done adjusted the route
headed downstream with some wheat in my mouth
on the mighty mississip' and I'm heading down south 
got's a fifth of Jim - mean i ain't gots no doubt
age of 5 when papa moved us to an old farm
bonnie digging up bones when I'm mowing the yard
threw a hip across the lawn, it ain't get very far
landed by a dead deer that got hit by a car

get your money's worth out of the ticket you're sold
bout douse you in the bloodbath; this don't get old 

take a blood bath! 

your soul is vile, that's what I been told
hellbound? lemme the show you road
if you need someone to show you the ropes,
i'd hate to be the one in your shoes the most
see, we got demon who love it when you choke
on the ashes in the air from the smoke  
they burn you at the stake like witches in salem
if you got yourself some prayers, better say em

you cannot hide from your demise
the sky turns red 
you're at the end 

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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.


Take a Bloodbath

Lyrics:
all night digging his grave
unpaid, ain't slept in days
and the little rat lost in the race ran out of time
best pick up the pace  
you vilephile, your name's a disgrace
I'mma take you to hell after I piss on your grave
aww, baby afraid of what awaits in the flames?
at first it kinda hurts but you adapt to the pain

them ends ain't fans of meetin
no friends been calling late
and his shades to hide his face have cracks and scrapes from off the pavement
landlord saying to him "where's the payment?"
truth told, flushed down the drainage
im fine, flying sky high
don't know what's wrong with my life now

running outta time borrowed
don't know which road he gon' follow
alone in a head so hollow
can't cope with the dope he done swallowed
no, I don't got no problems; no problems with me
half you ugly-minded swine wallerin' in your own greed
no need to cry momma or plead for your life
scarecrow in the corn known to live by the scythe

feel the march of the farmhand undead
hear the wrong set of words from the voice in your head
ain't no shutting him up, you can fill him with lead
but your soul only returns for a worse punishment
got vultures flying over, just dying for my corpse
but they gon' wait forever, I'm living through worse
and my body is a prison, my soul has been cursed
that vile lynn woman; who made me berserk

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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.

Lurch Church

Lyrics:
i've been down deep in a rut
and only got this taste of blood
i've sized you up and think that you'll win
but all i want is one good hit
find me dead face down in a ditch
and i resurrect into the next host i fit
and i got trauma; resides in my mind
take a look inside and you won't like what you find

and i don't think you seen what you did to me
but now i think i've seen where i'd like to be
and if you'd really like, i could play real sweet
and if i'm a good boy, could i have a treat?

how many signs will you ignore,
when they tell you that this means war?
sand-filled heads protect the weak
re-evaluate all your needs

you ask why's that i don't speak
when all you needs is me'n my greens
and your least favorite thing bout me is someone elses favorite thing bout me
and i don't think you talk too sweet, no
i don't think you care for me more than i cared for you 
so see you on the other side the street, hoe

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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.

Taste of Blood

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.

Vocals, Bass, Keys, Guitars: Stevie Vile
Guitars, Bass, Lyrics: Kyle Vile
Drums: Alex Vile

email us at vilephilemusic@gmail.com

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