Forgive me, Father, but I'm no sinner
Crossed the finish line first but I'll never be the winner
And it burns like fire and stings like dry ice
To be a god ****** virtue disguised as a vice
To be an ant in a farm full of cows and sheep and pigs
To be kindling in a fire, burning like a twig
Forgive me, Father, if I'm not who I should be
But I'm not a sinner for just being me