It seems that this strange life
With all its countless days,
Can cut you like a knife
And lead you far astray.

(Chorus)
The path and way is never clear,
And don't expect people to help.
They laugh and point and always sneer,
While denying the faults in themselves.

This dreadful life.
That were living in.
And then we die.

So watch for those with blades
Concealed beneath their smiles,
And know there's more than one way
To walk a single mile.