And it's been forty days
And I've tried forty ways
You will never quite leave your sins behind
They'll haunt you, taunt 'til the day you die
You will never really go
You think about it much but you need to know
How the story ends, so you sit around
Even though you should just go
Tell your friends what you have heard
Show them all the lies unlearned
And when you really go, you will really know
You were never meant for mirth
What's it worth?
If we're gonna break it down with any logic, it's absurd
And no matter where we go, we are not alone
When the silence turns to cries of "Why?"
What a way to begin, we inherit sin
And nobody's gonna quench your thirst when the well runs dry
Yeah, nobody's gonna hold your hand on the day you die
I've tasted seven sins
So they won't let me in
I knock, knock, knock 'til my knuckles are bruised and raw
I'm stuck in the middle with my blood in a puddle on the floor
I made my bed, I'll judge myself
And only then and there will I disappear
To my final resting place, what a waste!
So many decent people at the gates
And no matter where we go, we are not alone
When the silence turns to cries of "Why?"
What a way to begin, we inherit sin
And nobody's gonna quench your thirst when the well runs dry
And nobody's gonna hold your hand on the day you die
And no matter who you know, you will be alone
When the silence turns to cries of "Why?"
What a way to begin, we inherit sin
And nobody's gonna quench your thirst when the well runs dry, the well runs dry
Yeah, nobody's gonna hold your hand on the day you die