War Hungry

To finally have a body full of scrapes and bruises,
I'll forget the mental pain and think of the familiar abuses.
The bleeding hurt that'll make my body scream,
watch the red flow out, it's my only dream.
My fist to his face, his foot to my throat
Violence is my answer, not passing little notes.
I'm war-hungry, what can I say?
If anyone insults me, I'll make 'em pay...