born a biter because I never learned play
molar marks on anyone vile too near
I stand up to those who fight, everyday
so there’s nothing wrong with a nibbled ear
violence is not what brings your heart more
your oh-so-lovely-and-tender soul yearns
a challenge, a purpose worth dying for
awaiting a show, growing as it learns
others for the sake of fighting, destroy
the beauty they don’t see until war wins
I am not sure what to make of this ploy
as much as I don’t get why the world spins
into something I can’t explain, I know
we’ve always been a package-deal, now go