And it's been forty days I've tried forty ways You will never quite leave your sins behind They'll haunt you, taunt you until the day you die You will never really go You'll just think about it much but you'll need to know how the story ends, so you'll 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 earth What's it worth? If we're going to 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 going to quench your thirst when the well runs dry And nobody's going to hold your hand on the day you die I've tasted seven sins, so they won't let me in I knock knock knock until my knuckles are bruised and raw Stuck in the middle with my blood in a puddle on the floor We made our beds, we'll judge ourselves And only then and there will we disappear to our final resting place What a waste! So many decent people at the gates 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 going to quench your thirst when the well runs dry And nobody's going to hold your hand on the day you die