Pain. Made to order. 
Pain. 

Sittin', slappen, scatt'n on my back, try'n to relax 
Think'n about the facts of the [bad word]  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  [bad word]  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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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