The Markov Seduction - Shotgun

Your move: acquiesce
You're dressed in regret
Progress, I confess you've lost
Motive: obsolete
Passion: self-defeat
Collide, at full speed you drive
You're only there to drive
Home

The mold, you've defied
Glass breaks, fears alive
Loose grip, no hands on the wheel
And I'm along for the ride
Home

Written by:
Evan Ballard

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