One thing should be coming across as abundantly clear:

There's more than one valid way to live

But you clutch to your absolutes, preaching with confidence

Breeding intolerance, and setting limits on me

You're a piece of a piece of an accidental moment

A self concerned weak machine, a slave to yourself

'Got your head in the sand, got your nest built on fear

Your mind frozen and fixed upon a hopeless idea

How can I help you appreciate freedom

When you would be happy controlled, blind, and pacified?

Pacified...

There's no love in demands

No pretense of concern will color your repulsive intentions

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Come to see yourself as a passing cell