Pain! Made to order! (x3)
Pain
Sitting, slapping, scatting on my back trying to relax
Thinking about the facts of the crack
Running 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 this 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 trying to find someone on my side
Cause banging heads all the time starts to grind
At my gear and at my will
But persistent I am still
So when one insubordinate f**er 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-a** 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