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Rift Inducer

from Circles by Days of Desolation

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Dissociation, time and space dilutes into mist
My imagination never fleeting from thoughts of death at hand

Parallel worlds; is all this really happening
Locked inside closed quarters
Waiting to be infected
Flipping coins to see what’s behind the threshold
Split second, the moment everything dissipates

Granular disaster divided into infinitesimals
The tear across continuums, the hole that stares back at you
Parallel worlds; is all this really happening
Locked inside closed quarters
Waiting to be infected
Flipping coins to see what’s behind the threshold
Split second, the moment everything dissipates
Immune response failure
Rift inducer

The rift through which we pass, induced by the callousness by which life we spend
A pandemic mismanaged, a black hole of hubris foreboding worse to come

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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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