The end of the war?

I know one who smiles by crying
And cuts himself to heal a scar
To call the moon he draws a star
The end can be the beginning

Which throne should be for the winning?
The fire was from my cigar
I know one who smiles by crying
And cuts himself to heal a scar

I heard the world won’t stop spinning
A judge can’t really see the bar
We can watch the war from afar
And drink to numb the town’s bleeding
I know one who smiles by crying
And cuts himself to heal a scar.

LARDO