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 'til 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 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 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