| Sixteen, oh holy day |
| Your time has come and passed |
| The rapture we’ve been waiting for |
| Has come to us at last |
| Sixteen for every fake |
| Sixteen to every whore |
| Wipe that dirt from off your face |
| Sixteen is at your door |
| Oh, voiceless, wasted |
| You soaked your heart in gasoline |
| Now light it up and burn |
| The same cycle ever-turning you |
| Is calling, it’s calling |
| The scene is begging for a grave tonight |
| It always, it always will |
| You take the name of love divine |
| And drag it through your blood |
| Now turn to face what you have made |
| And mourn what you have done |
| Oh, voiceless, wasted |
| You soaked your heart in gasoline |
| Now light it up and burn |
| Voiceless, wasted |
| I came this far to drag you down |
| And watch you take your turn |
| The same cycle ever-turning you |
| Is calling, it’s calling |
| The scene is begging for a grave tonight |
| It always, it always will |
| Farewell to false pretension |
| Farewell to hollow words |
| Farewell to fake affection |
| Farewell, tomorrow burns |
| Farewell to false pretension |
| Farewell to hollow words |
| Farewell to fake affection |
| Farewell, tomorrow burns, burns |
| The same cycle ever-turning you |
| Is calling, it’s calling |
| The scene is begging for a grave tonight |
| It always, it always will |
| The same cycle ever-turning you |
| Is calling, it’s calling |
| The scene is begging for a grave tonight |
| It always, it always will |