Sixteen

Try to purify 
The well of dirty lies 
Overflown with deadly sins 

An attempt to pacify 
With orders to comply 
A calm breeze before it all begins 

Often wonder why 
The don't realize 
Why they think I'm in their way 

Leave my throne behind 
Take on my empty shadows 
As I finally - finally - fall from grace 

A society without grief 
An order with no time for mourning