And it's been forty daysnI've tried forty waysnYou will never quite leave your sins behindnThey'll haunt you, taunt you until the day you diennYou will never really gonYou'll just think about it much,nbut you'll need to know how the story ends, nSo you'll sit around, even though you should just gonnTell your friends what you have heard, show them all the lies unlearned,nAnd when you really go, you will really know you were never meant for earthnWhat's it worth?nIf we're going to break it down with any logic, it's absurd.nnAnd no matter where we go, we are not alonenWhen the silence turns to cries of Why?nWhat a way to begin: we inherit sin.nAnd nobody's going to quench your thirst when the well runs dry,nAnd nobody's going to hold your hand on the day you diennI've tasted seven sins, so they won't let me innI knock knock knock until my knuckles are bruised and rawnStuck in the middle with my blood in a puddle on the floornWe made our beds, we'll judge ourselvesnAnd only then and there will we disappear to our final resting placenWhat a waste!n-So many decent people at the gatesnnAnd no matter who you know, you will be alonenWhen the silence turns to cries of Why?nWhat a way to begin: we inherit sin.nAnd nobody's going to quench your thirst when the well runs drynAnd nobody's going to hold your hand on the day you die. (Chorus x2)