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King of Pikes

from Circles by Days of Desolation

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Blood red footprints
Tracing in the sand
Freshly cut on the remnants of dead friendships
A crown of migraine
Ruling across the dirt
Lacking in diplomacy
Made up for by sheer apathy

Transients in unpredictable moods
stab like a pike into those around me
Solitary isolation is now a routine
built in to keep the outside from peeking in

Splitting the bulwark of my feudal system
Laying siege upon my own kingdom

Trust no one
Personal weaponry always concealed-carried and quickly drawn
Double spy
Burn bridges proactively; everyone leaves eventually

Pale, bony, in exile
No reason to continue this forced public facade
A guillotine awaits my public execution

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from Circles, released February 25, 2022

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Days of Desolation Halen, Belgium

Femke: vocals

Jasper: guitar

Owen: drums, vocals

Bart: guitar

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