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!