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Beyond the ocean A lighthouse is waiting for me The great chain in motion Beneath the waves of the sea Into the city All good things flow The sweat on your brow Is what you'll reap and sow Forge your own fortune From salt and from sand No gods or kings Only man My folks told me, "Son you won the gene pool" So I guess I had a headstart on these fools Doesn't take a winter blast for Jack to keep cool But isolation in the deep blue can be cruel I descend the depths fathom by fathom As if the ocean opened up and I'd been cast in a chasm Upon a sweeping seascape where genetic accidents happen But don't blame Eve the cause of the fall had to be Adam If you believe the sweat of your brow oughta be yours Listen to Andrew Ryan the philosophical entrepreneur He might've put me on blast but I'll get past this thug I asked who Fontaine was and Atlas shrugged Welcome to rapture where we settle and manufacture Evolution, natural selections happing faster Were you shocked when I said I was nothing less than electric? This city's dead but I beat I can resurrect it Just Like a Lazarus Vector giving breath to the breathless I will never let a single engine rest in Hephaestus Yeah I'm getting more dependent on medkits My doctor's got sick, demented obsessions For promise you're pretty, you'll get less than perfection Remember ugliness is an aggressive infection Forget the hippocrat oath, it has been neglected No wonder this operation has become so gut-wrenching I better collect every weapon and any effective invention To make 'em vanish like Houdini pumping lead in these leadheads I call it artwork, want it censored? Forget it I got a killer's disposition, guess it's genetic If death is a choice Then I reject it Rise rapture rise We turn our hopes up to the skies Rise rapture rise We'll go down with our sinking paradise Roll up my sleeves so blood will not get on 'em These shackles remind me I started from the bottom I was just a little fish who hadn't had his cherry popped Now I'm a grown man damMit I ain't scared of Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots Now my veins are on fire Rearranging DNA sounds like playing with fire When sciences are practiced with a lack of moral guidance Splicers seek to satisfy their sick sadistic vices Victims reek of villains, angry vandals turn to violence Sickly children sticking by their less than gentle giants Minds manipulated by the parasite inside 'em But if you're a parasite in Ryan's eyes you're put to silence The great and strong will not yield to the weak and feeble You'll need cerebral upgrades to see me as your equal Harvest Adam, feed on Eve, it doesn't make me evil Because my survival rides on giving power to the people Many of desperate denizens deal with deprivation But let's be fair, Laissez-faire, forget the regulations This economy's perfectly working without you Now let me fill my cravings at this circus of values Drawn here like a moth to a flame Fallen from Grace Swallowed by a watery grave Now I frolic on the stage like a part in a play As if I was nothing but a puppet Just a pawn in the game Looking for something to set me apart from a slave Rise rapture rise We turn our hopes up to the skies Rise rapture rise We'll go down with our sinking paradise (Rise) Rapture is bleeding through cracks that are leaking Dwindling memories tell secrets they're keeping Demons disguised by benign masquerades Angels climb out of their graves Mind over matter is the practice I'm preaching How else could I achieve feats of telekinesis? If you're a lousy hack I'll get past your defense And if you try to whack me you'll kick the hornet nest Get out of my gatherer's garden because the harvest is over You know when it comes to tonics I don't wanna be sober Now I got a slimmer waist and my chin is chiseled more Can't you see vanity sent the city into civil war? In a Utopia who's gonna wanna scrub the toilets? The people in Apollo square got no other choices I know how this is gonna end but I don't wanna spoil it Before I let you seize my city I'm gonna destroy it So just relax, big daddy, I command ya Strike a pose, smile for the camera I think objectively just like Ayn Rand does Attention will the team Fontaine stand up A man chooses, unlike a slave who never strays From the path that his master paves Follows every order and does everything they say Now would you kindly Obey, obey, obey, obey, obey, obey, obey, obey, obey Rise rapture rise We turn our hopes up to the skies Rise rapture rise We'll go down with our sinking paradise My city is thriving (rise rapture rise) Your allies, chose them wisely (we'll go down with our sinking paradise) Our rapture is rising (rise rapture rise) Stand with us, would you kindly (we'll go down with our sinking paradise) Rise?
Writer(s): John Gelardi, Timothy Ames Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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