Sixteen, Oh holy daynYour time has come and passednThe rapture we've been waiting fornHas come to us at lastnSixteen for every fakenSixteen to every whorenWipe that dirt from off your facenSixteen is at your doornnOh, voiceless, wastednYou soaked your heart in gasolinenNow light it up and burnnnThe same cycle ever-turning you is callingnIt's callingnThe scene is begging for a grave tonightnIt always, it always willnnYou take the name of love divinenAnd drag it through your bloodnNow turn to face what you have madenAnd mourn what you have donennOh, voiceless, wastednYou soaked your heart in gasolinenNow light it up and burnnVoiceless, wastednI came this far to drag you downnAnd watch you take your turnnnThe same cycle ever-turning you is callingnIt's callingnThe scene is begging for a grave tonightnIt always, it always willnnFarewell to false pretensionnFarewell to hollow wordsnFarewell to fake affectionnFarewell, tomorrow burnsnnFarewell to false pretensionnFarewell to hollow wordsnFarewell to fake affectionnFarewell, tomorrow burnsnnThe same cycle ever-turning you is callingnIt's callingnThe scene is begging for a grave tonightnIt always, it always willnnThe same cycle ever-turning you is callingnIt's callingnThe scene is begging for a grave tonightnIt always, it always will