Forty Days

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