Beyond the ocean

A lighthouse is waiting for me

The Great Chain in motionBeneath 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 oughtta 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 selection′s happening faster

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

This city′s dead but I bet that I can resurrect it

An engine never rests in Hephaestus

Like a Lazarus Vector, giving breath to the breathless

(Gasp)

I'm getting quite dependent on medkits

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 dazzlin' after bashin′ his head in

Collectin' weapons, makin′ effective inventions

I'll make you vanish like Houdini

When I pump lead in you Leadheads

I call it artwork, want it censored? Forget it

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

Death is a 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'em

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

Rearrangin′ 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 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

Better change your 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

This 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

Fallin' 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

Lookin′ 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

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 preachin′

How else could I achieve feats of telekinesis

And I'm an expert at hacking past your defense

Then I′ll attack you like a swarm from a hornet nest

(Buzz off!)

The Gatherer's Garden ain′t runnin' short of guests

I′ve been cleaning'em out, I can afford the best

Hey!

Do you wish your waist was slimmer?

(Yes!)

Or your chin was chiseled more?

(Huh?)

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 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

Your allies- choose them wisely

Our Rapture is rising

Stand with us, Would You Kindly?

RISE