And it's been forty days
I have spent a long time trying to undo what happened

I've tried forty ways
I have tried everything to fix what has happened but still feel trapped

You will never quite leave your sins behind
Your past mistakes will always stick with you

They'll haunt you, taunt you until the day you die
You will always be reminded of your past mistakes and it will affect the way you approach life until you pass away

You will never really go.
You are always going to be affected by your mistakes and will never truly escape them

You think about it much but you need to know how the story ends, so you sit around, even though you should just go
You constantly think about the outcome of your actions but still find yourself hesitating and not taking action

Tell your friends what you have heard, show them all the lies unlearned
Share your experiences with others and help them avoid the same mistakes you made

And when you really go, you will really know you were never meant for mirth
Once you pass away, you will realize that life is not all about happiness and joy

If we're going to break it down with any logic, it's absurd
If we try to make sense of life through logic, it will seem nonsensical and pointless

And no matter where we go, we are not alone
We are all connected and never truly alone in our experiences

When the silence turns to cries of "Why?"
In moments of confusion or despair, we question the meaning of our experiences

What a way to begin: we inherit sin
We start life with the burden of past mistakes that were not our own

And nobody's going to quench your thirst when the well runs dry, the well runs dry
When we are in need, we cannot always rely on others to help us

And nobody's going to hold your hand on the day you die
We must face death alone

I've tasted seven sins, so they won't let me in
One's past sins can sometimes lead to exclusion from certain groups or experiences

I knock knock knock until my knuckles are bruised and raw
Even when faced with rejection or obstacles, one will keep trying to make amends or seek acceptance

Stuck in the middle with my blood in a puddle on the floor
One can feel trapped in their mistakes and struggle to move forward

We made our beds, we'll judge ourselves
We are responsible for the outcome of our choices and will ultimately judge ourselves based on our actions

And only then and there will we disappear to our final resting place
Once we have reflected on our actions and judged ourselves, we can finally pass away in peace

What a waste!
It is sad to see so many people struggle and suffer in life

So many decent people at the gates
Many people try to do their best and be good individuals, yet they still suffer in the end

And no matter who you know, you will be alone
Despite our connections and relationships with others, we will always face certain experiences alone