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.