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The Honest Hour - Assembly of Dust
In the hour before the devil finds I've died
I'll move slow as my ending descends
From the pines
Because I couldn't stop for death
She kindly stopped for me
And she stole my breath
If I'm bound or gagged
If I'm lost or loosin'
I might want to leave from here
Until then I'll still be cruisin'
High above the atmosphere
Well I walked through that hour
In a drawn out sleepless bliss
Blinking possibilites shuttered and ceased to exist
Like a prisoner of my personality
My time had come and my body was set free
If I'm bound or gagged
If I'm lost or loosin'
I might want to leave from here
Until then I'll still be cruisin'
High above the atmosphere
High above the atmosphere
Easy from my body
But harder from my ways
I lived tall in this life but I was naked
At the end of my born days
When desperation rang long through me
Horses whispered in the distance
And my body was set free
If I'm bound or gagged
If I'm lost or loosin'
I might want to leave from here
Until then I'll still be cruisin'
High above the atmosphere
Until then I'll still be cruisin'
High above the atmosphere
High above the atmosphere
