Rapture Rising (feat. Andrea Storm Kaden)

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 reap and sow

Forge your own fortune from salt and from sand

No gods or kings, only man

Folks told me, son, you won the gene pool

So I guess I had a head start 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've been cast in a chasm

Upon a sweeping seascape, genetic accidents happened

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 his thugs

I asked who Fontaine was and Atlas shrugged

Welcome to Rapture, where you can manufacture

Evolution: natural section's happening faster

Were you shocked when I said I was nothing less than electric

This city dead but I bet I can resurrect if

An engine never rests in Hephaestus like a Lazarus

Vector, giving breath to the breathless

I'm getting quite dependent on med kits

I just met a demented doctor obsessed with perfection

You promised me pretty, Steinman, why did I get this?

I treated your ugliness like an infection

That's why I took a wrench when I went to the dentist

And my smile was dazzling after bashing his head in

Collecting weapons, making effective inventions

I'll make you vanish like Houdini when I pump lead in your lead heads

I call it artwork, want it censored?

Forget it, I got a killer's disposition, I guess it's genetic

Death is choice that I rejected

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 them

These shackles remind me I started from the bottom

Hello little fish, have you had your cherry popped?

I'm a grown man, damnit I ain't scared of shots

Shots, shots, shots, shots, now my veins are on fire

Rearranging DNA? Sounds like playing with fire

Sciences are practiced with a lack of moral guidance

Splicers seek to satisfy their sick sadistic vices

Victims become villains, angry vandals turn to violence

Sickly children sticking by their less than gentle giants

Minds manipulated by the paradise inside them

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

Better change you DNA if you'd like to fight as equals

Harvest Adam, feed on Eve, it doesn't make me evil

Because my survival rides on getting power to the people

Dozens of desperate denizens deal with deprivation

But let's be fair, laissez-faire, forget the regulations

The economy's perfectly working without you

Now let me fill my craving at the Circus of Values

Drawn to this city like a moth to a flame

Falling from grace, swallowed by a watery grave

Now I'll frolic on this stage, I'm a part in a play

Like 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

And I'm an expert at hacking your defense

Then I'll attack you like a swarm from a hornet nest (Buzz off)

The gatherer's garden ain't running out of guests

I am cleaning the out, I can afford the best

Do you wish your wrists were slimmer?

Or your chin was chiseled more?

Careful, vanity could send us 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

You try to seize my city? Time that I destroy it

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 real Fontaine stand up?

A man choose, unlike a slave

Who never strays from the path that his master paves

Follow every order and does everything they say

Now would you kindly 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 choose them wisely

(We turn our hopes up to the skies)

We'll go down with our sinking paradise, rise