Job For A Cowboy - Entities

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
Thousands of speachless bodies pile over each other completely motionless.
Over and over repeatedly this relentless process of hundreds upon thousands
consumed only by their own unmistakable immorality

Over and over repeats this process
Thousands of speachless bodies pile over each other completely motionless.
Hell stands still with an Empty throne, Hell stands still
Descending to their exhausted knees they begin to apprehensively examine their boiling skin
They can no longer depart from their dismantled remains.
Far from its eternal home this demon stands over my crippled anatomy
and buries his weight into my impared 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