Demon Hunter

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 soak 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