JOB FOR A COWBOY LYRICS

1. The Matter Of Splatter

[Exhumed Cover]

Pernicious - A ghastly Gordian quandary to elucidate
Pestiferous - A nebulous necrotic novelty to navigate
Labyrinthine - A contumely carnal conundrum to cogitate
Serpentine - An exulcerated entanglement to execrate...

Hands stained and filthy from digging deep for the answer
That lies at the heart of the matter of splatter...

Eschatological - The grave matters with which we struggle
Pathological - The perverse perpetuation of this purulent puzzle
Repugnant - The wretched riddle unravels in a reeking revelation
Repulsive - The final fetid farce yields such a rancid realization

Now your morbid curiosity may finally be answered
Deep in the heart of the matter of splatter...

A morbid matter on which to meditate or mutilate
A deathly detail to deliberate and desiccate
A sombre study in which sagacity is tantamount to insanity
An insalubrious interest in the inhumed and the unsanitary...

An unhealthy pursuit of the purulent and parturient
A feculent fixation upon the fetid filth and excrement
An exhaustive examination of the excreted and the exhumed
A tireless appetite to hill the silt atop the tomb...

Nebulous - The sanguineous solution is seldom seen before the last
Amorphous - Seemingly always six deep feet beyond your grasp
Funereal - Carnal cartography to chart the course of life's denouement
Corporeal - The wretched revelation that you sought proves harder to swallow
than you'd thought...

That anatomy is destiny is the unforgiving answer
Culled from the heart of the matter of splatter...

2. Embedded (Live)

An incision leads to the future of the new world
A mark buried deep under the skin and flesh will divide and distinguish man
Signatures implanted on the hands and forehead
Reoccurrence of modern times and scriptures
Testament to holy doctrines written in vital blood
In the extent all will hold something very similarly and accordingly
All will bear his name
with the distinct and original number of his signature
In a new world with suppressing technology
Lacerations lead to codes embedded in blood streams beneath the flesh
Currencies fuse together to form a solitary and overruling capital
Money evolves into cryptic letters and numbers that flow through the net
A conflagration set to diminish papered riches, depleting its masterdom
No longer capable of enslaving the likes of human kind from only
presenting itself as a form of an object
Fragments of ash flow through the atmospheres currents
Onlookers breathe and inhale what they once worshipped.
The demons solution, a new world order.

3. Altered From Catechization (Live)

The demon lord's son, now a ruler of only one nation
Spreading his gospel among millions
Empires fused and bound together by the fingertips of their distinct leader
A flesh parade of a converted public altered from catechization
Manipulated and influenced into a sense of delusive calm
Consuming every word spoon fed directly into their beliefs
As a shepherd carrying his offerings between his arms
Garnished statements maintain and keep his people optimistic and confident
A throbbing army only grows from the misleading tongue of their new ruler
One army with new beliefs expanding through demonic designation
Ordered to butcher the existence of anything contrary
Almost as a reoccurrence of times past
As previous enemies of the forgoing lord have come and gone
All having the corresponding image of god through their own incoherent reflection

4. Entombment Of A Machine (Live)

It breathes. What stands before us is not a machine,it breathes, it will bleed, and it will sleep. Its body is covered in hundreds of wires. The mouth attempts to speak but, Only murmers collapse from its jaws. With only delayed movements from its figure we all begin to strain. My legs weaken at the site of this damanged program, For this program kept you breathing, it kept you alive. These circuits diffused once more. We kneel and we plead for no mourning ahead of us, Entombment of a machine. So Sleep, sleep among us and hesitate no more. I saw it die.

5. Unfurling A Darkened Gospel (Live)

Propel this solitary man in front of us with his corrupted global agenda muttering into his ears.
Corporate money stuffed into his pockets to spread his darkened gospel.
In the past the crowned once held the covenant to shape and develop a better world.
Their influence and supremacy built by generating optimistic and confident perception offerings to their herds of sheep.
Time repeats itself and outspoken pledges continue not to succeed, the people have renounced their trust in ideologies.
Safety and protection is the contemporary vow for the role that will reinstall masterdom and control.

Corporate money stuffed into his pockets to spread his darkened gospel.
In the past the crowned once held the covenant to shape and develop a better world.
To rescue us from uncertainty and peril that we are visionless to see or interpret,
A threat that evidently needs to be fought in a manufactured, waged war,
A vile misconception that has unfurled unquestioned
while being exaggerated and disfigured (and disfigured.)

Their influence and supremacy built by generating optimistic and confident perception offerings to their herds of sheep.
A threat that evidently needs to be fought in a manufactured waged war.
A vile misconception that has unfurled
unquestioned while being exaggerated and disfigured

6. Regurgitated Disinformation (Live)

Falsehood projects from a day-to-day instrumental broadcast that flows through the net of mass media.
The lungs swell as the puppets speak to the public as their words grow limbs to crawl and give birth to ignorance.
Reports endlessly drift and cloak reality leaving mass audiences to believe into layers of fiction.
The hellish elite pill the vulnerable strings of journalism with the mastery of everyday blood money and ultimatums.
The boundless flavor of dominance on the starved tongue fives these kings a mental state of ambitious arousal,
For corruption steadily trickles from their fingertips and showers into the pool of forged mental assurance at their feet.
The sleeping masses live on their so called tranquil lifestyle, they sleep and wake utterly
Blindfolded in a regurgitated fashion money will always equal dominance, above law and above government disinformation will constantly leave a nation as a forever sleeping giant due to the ongoing voice of propaganda.





JOB FOR A COWBOY LYRICS