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

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 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

Well runs dry

And nobody's going to 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 going to quench your thirst when the well runs dry

Well runs dry

And nobody's going to hold your hand on the day you die