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