So instead of coming in with any of the tracks I mentioned before I made and now drop a 3rd totally unrelated track :D

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Lyrics:
Sitting in pools of thought
Replicating itself like mirror pool drops
Hit my forehead in a warring crescendo
That leads to something I don’t wanna know
I think of it though
Its all thats in my thoughts
The hidden ravines
Hidden in pages of
Words leaking like a sieve
A wounded fever dream
Of obtuse religion
Flogging me to action
Or Re-activating instinctual
Reactions
Fight or flight
Flight or fight
Fight this fight
Fly into the night
I just might
i just might

Might bellies right
But might isn’t measured by strength in a fight
But rather the delight of a strength locked in tight
Superior position of which I’ll never be respected
The intent of my words have always been twisted
The results of my actions have always been different
Then what I imagined
I stare in the future looking for some satisfaction
The eureka moment for when my type of life is in fashion
But that's just military rations designed to keep me in action
Like a spring collection it will be thrown away a fortnight before may
But just maybe, just possibly something can go the way
I day dream the day away to till its way past noon
And the evening looks upon the furthering dunes
The desert that is a proper impression
Of my failing prosperous lessons
In who to trust
In why to lust
How I clutch
A childhood tightly till I rust away
and whats left is
Old machinery cause my body
Has given up before my mind
Had a chance

I wish someone would give me a chance
Not take myself at a glance
Assume the words I rant
The perceived way my mind must be slant
The type of way I chant
That type of people I chat
The type of life that I must want
And flaunt
What I’ll look like when my eyes closed
And the curtains rose
Then they’ll know
They misread the prose
But the chance has left them though
They coulda’ gotten the know the friend
Behind the rows of assumptions
Plenty have given me something
Have helped me power this rumbling
Frustration then let it calm me down
Let me slow on down
Give me the jolt needed to cauterise old wounds
Breathe in deep till it's truly my doom
Then assure me by my hand it's not going to come soon
And that I plan to prove