| Song | Shawshank Absolution |
| Artist | Underneath The Gun |
| Album | Forfeit Misfortunes |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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! |
| 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! |
| 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! |