text: If you can heal the symptoms
  But not affect the cause
  It’s quite a bit like trying to heal
  A gunshot wound with gauze
  If you instead attempt to wrest
  The pistol from the hand
  Then i would not be able to
  Equate my life with sand
  Flowing through the hourglass
  Pushing through the funnel
  Turn once more while racing
  All your siblings for the tunnel
  Slide and let the silicone
  Embrace you as you fall
  Then bounce and land you let
  Your brothers crush you to the wall
  I would choose my own religion
  And worship my own spirit
  But if he ever preached to me
  I wouldn’t want to hear it
  I’d drop him, a forgotten god
  Languishing in shame
  And then if i hit stormy seas
  I’d have myself to blame