Entities - Job For A Cowboy

Hell stands still with an empty throne

With an audience ignited in a conflagration composed by their lord

Descending to their exhausted knees they begin to apprehensively examine their

boiling skin which only crumbles away even at the most delicate touch

Hundreds upon the thousands consumed only by their own unmistakable immorality

Over and over repeatedly this relentless process

Thousands of speechless bodies pile over each other completely motionless

Over again

These thousands of speechless bodies pile over each other, all over each other

completely motionless

Hell stands still with an empty throne

Descending to their exhausted knees they begin to apprehensively examine their

boiling skin

They can no longer depart from their dismantled remains

Depart from their dismantled remains, far from its eternal home this demon

stand over my crippled anatomy, he buries his weight into my impaired lungs and

spreads my ribs wide open, this cancer now inhabits my chest in complete

dormancy

I lay completely paralyzed with my entirely frozen limbs, my body turns cold,

my organs shut down