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?
