My mission's a glance I fight for the chance So tactical in my stance Feeling the pain, I hear the rants. Lonely without a voice of reason The conflicts in my conscious treason In my mind im a ruthless soldier seasoned Fighting the pain, dredging to the next beacon. We are brothers in war, brothers in arms We fight for the weak and bury who is harmed We engage to control violence but manifest alarm We know the pain, but call it a charm. It is what keeps us going, how we know we are alive. There is nothing as real as the pain we can feel. We can feel both pain that can wear us down mentally, and we can feel pain from our frail bodies being beat and bruised. It is the charm of our life, once it wears off we are no more.