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If you can heal the symptoms But not affect the cause It's quite a bit like trying to heal The gunshot wound with gauze If you instead attempt to rest 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 and racing All your siblings for the tunnel Slide and let the silicone Embrace you as you fall Then bounce around And let your brothers Crush you to the wall  I would choose my own religion 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  If you can heal the symptoms, But not affect the cause You can't heal the symptoms