Sand

[Verse:] 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