Pain. made to order.

Pain.

Sittin, slappen, scattn on my back, tryn to relax

Thinkn 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 dont call me brother

Im tryn to find someone on my side

cause bangn 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

Im all you know. where will you go.

Valhalla is gone. along with your soul.