think it this way
war to peace
pain to relief
but they all leave scars
ugly, misplaced, foolish marks
thats not the way

did you enjoy the kill last week
no one will ever know and you yourself were in a trance of your anger
to make it count, to be lasting as a memory..pulse by pulse
cherish the liveliness of life
so that when u eat one
you know it makes u smile
you know its not a scar..