Halo
Pro-Pain Lyrics

Hear the sounds of the heart, beating like a war drum right from the start.
The heart beats relentlessly, like a war drum, as we start our journey in life.

We do our time every day, working like slaves for the minimum wage.
Despite working hard every day, we are still being paid very little and treated like slaves.

Yeah, that's as good as it gets, cause for regular Joe the stage was set and right from the get go Joe was a kindred spirit to the typical blokes who candy coated the best years of their lives with the lies they told.
The everyday person is only set up to live a mediocre life, as they follow the path of others who pretended to be living the best years of their lives.

Then they flocked like geese to the water hole for their halo, fit for popes and kings.
People blindly followed others to achieve a sense of superiority, to get a halo that is fit for the highest of authorities.

What do they know.
Do those people even know what they are seeking?

I assume, many things.
There could be many reasons why people aspire for something they do not entirely understand.

More than we know.
There could be more than what meets the eye when it comes to others' pursuits in life.

So wherever you go wear the halo.
The song encourages individuals to wear their 'halo' or show their worth, even when they are unsure of what it truly means.

From the land to the sea, you aspire to get a better halo than me and so you strive for the top of the company ladder but the rungs never stop.
People are continually striving for a higher status symbol, whether at sea, land or in the office, but they find that there is always more to obtain.

Higher and higher you go, but never get it.
No matter how high someone climbs, they never get the sense of satisfaction or achievement they are hoping for.

For you, it's vital to show you don't sweat it.
Despite the challenges, people feel the need to appear unfazed and unaffected.

Now your proverbial crown awaits, I hope that it fits you, you can't take it with you.
When people finally reach their desired status, it may not even fit them well, and in the end, they cannot bring their accomplishments with them once they pass.

To the fascist elite, where's your halo. To the punks on the street, show your halo. So, when and if we meet, wear the halo.
Regardless of status or background, everyone is encouraged to take pride in their accomplishments and show their worth when they meet.