You are not a saint
Yet that's how you see yourself
A misguided, self-appointed savior
Thinking everybody needs your help
It's not in how we suffer
And no amount of hate
Will allow you any control
Of my faith
It's what's in the pretenses of our actions
That gives our lives integrity
But when profit fuels your sanctimony
You lose all validity
No one has a halo on their head
No one is born without sin
No one lives life flawlessly
No one is so easily forgiven
No one has a halo on their head
