Job for a Cowboy - The Forever Rot (Official)

Buy here: Produced by Jason Suecof at Audio Hammer Studios. “The Forever Rot,“ stands in stark contrast to “The Agony Seeping Storm“, delving into a lonesome and haunting guitar melody, then evolving into shimmering reflections of Obituary, Coroner, Voivod, and even hints of Neurosis. In other words, forget about your preconceived perceptions of what this band was. This twists vocal tropes, chord forms, and melodies into loops of razor wire. Jonny Davy furthers elaborates, “On MoonHealer, we explore a concept centered around a close friend who embarked on a relentless quest for profound enlightenment through the incessant abuse of hallucinogenic drugs, leading to a severe disconnection from reality due to the toll it took on their mental health. The song ’The Forever Rot’ touches on their beliefs that human evolution and development have somehow led to the restriction of perceiving otherworldly or inter-dimensional realities and religious entities. It delves into their disconnection from the physical world and the notion that true vitality may be found in the ability to self-destruct and recreate. That some of the drugs they consumed opened these realities that evolution has closed the door on.” JOB FOR A COWBOY: Jonny Davy - vocals Al Glassman - guitar Nick Schendzielos - bass Tony Sannicandro - guitar Drums performed by Navene Koperweis @nkoperweis The Forever Rot lyrics: The Hominid trajectory was the catalyst to forbid this inter-dimensional imagery For the substance of our existence seeps of earthborn putridity This mystic entheogen, skinning my essence from a planet of regurgitated monsters It ripped the threads of a dying macrocosm where all creations are charades and imposters I no longer sense a ghost inside my carbon-based vessel, the grief is horrendous But I rest in comfort of knowing my soul is eternal and my consciousness endless As my fleshed flame was quenched with gloom The eternal darkness took my soul to consume I can overhear my shadow’s dimming cry, It wept and said, “Only that of which can destroy itself is truly alive“ I no longer sense a ghost inside my carbon-based vessel, the grief is horrendous But I rest in comfort of knowing my soul is eternal and my consciousness endless As my fleshed flame was quenched with gloom The eternal darkness took my soul to consume I can overhear my shadow’s dimming cry, It wept and said, “Only that of which can destroy itself is truly alive“ No longer was I to be revived My body had been purged, bathed by the sound of flies