Only One (another version)

<br>Pain. Made to order. <br>Pain. <br><br>Sittin`, slappen, scatt`n on my back, try`n to relax <br>Think`n about the facts of the crack runnin` through the pack <br>Division in thought about the war to be fought <br>For tryin` to mend the ranks, still I get no thanks <br>They say they mean no disrespect, but dis` is in effect <br>I take to heart the part I play everyday <br>Uninformed is one thing, stupid is another <br>Keep runnin` your mouth, but don`t call me brother <br><br>I`m try`n to find someone on my side <br>`cause bang`n heads all the time starts to grind at my gear and at my will <br>But persistent I am still <br>So when one insubordinate fucker tries to test me <br>Blow to the head, then an entrail rend <br>Guts on the floor, but you want more <br>Show you the strength of the tenth rank <br>Pain is the only way to teach kids these days <br><br>Opened your eyes. Now realized. <br>Talk back to me. Your punk-ass dies. <br><br>Only one of us walks away <br><br>I`m all you know. Where will you go. <br>Valhalla is gone. Along with your soul. <br><br>Only one of us walks away