In your pioneer days You laid ground for a future But there you lie Proving nothing but the truth hurts This house is not your home You don't have to die alone These walls have seen you weep This work has make you slip into a walking sleep I feel your presence I've learned your lessons Why don't you find another way If you're sick of being sick Wasting away What kind of life is this Why don't you find another way If you're sick of being sick Wasting away What kind of life is this I feel your presence I've learned your lessons Om What kind of life is this? There is no pill to kill this pain