Pain. Made to order.

Pain.



Sittin', slappen, scatt'n on my back, try'n to relax

Think'n about the facts of the crack runnin' through the pack

Division in thought about the war to be fought

For tryin' to mend the ranks, still I get no thanks

They say they mean no disrespect, but dis' is in effect

I take to heart the part I play everyday

Uninformed is one thing, stupid is another

Keep runnin' your mouth, but don't call me brother



I'm try'n to find someone on my side

'cause bang'n heads all the time starts to grind at my gear and at my will

But persistent I am still

So when one insubordinate fucker tries to test me

Blow to the head, then an entrail rend

Guts on the floor, but you want more

Show you the strength of the tenth rank

Pain is the only way to teach kids these days



Opened your eyes. Now realized.

Talk back to me. Your punk-ass dies.



Only one of us walks away



I'm all you know. Where will you go.

Valhalla is gone. Along with your soul.



Only one of us walks away