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! |