Intolerance:

Your cold eyes pierce my flesh, my walls

You see only a reflection of your ideals

Choose to ignore what's staring back at you

Tell me what to do

Command me

It must be nice

Boiling blood and whip-like tongues

Eyes on fire

Heart of ice

This is what you have taught me

I wait patiently

My calm gaze infuriates you

Underneath, my hate is chomping at the bi

I put myself on a leash

I am better than you

I want to take your hand and lay it on my anger

Feel the heat

See the sparks from my eyes

Sense my control

Understand