One thing should [bad word] 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.
 [bad word] to see yourself as a passing cell.