Underneath The Gun Shawshank Absolution
My mind pushes past conscious thought
Thinking, feeling, knowing past
Tell me, tell what am I?
This gate is closing way too fast
They say routine is how you live
I'm convinced it's how you die
Trapped in this hollow pensive
Gaining you the more you try
This cannot last. It will not last. [x3]
It cannot last!
Reach me oh Lord!
Draw me back, before I reach myself
Before this becomes my institution
Before this becomes my absolution
Reach me! Oh Lord! Draw me back!
Ohhhh
Routine is how you die
Trapped in this hollow pensive
Gaining you the more you try
This cannot last. It will not last. [x3]
This cannot last!
Can this be?
Pushing fact so fiercely
You are my restitution
The product of resolution
Oh Lord, you are absolution!
