| A masquerade has just begun
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| Despite the party being none too lively
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| Unlock your cage and take a step outside it
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| Follow my guidance… would you kindly?
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| Who would sign their own death certificate?
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| The kind that no one dared to question if legitimate?
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| The same man who ran a contraband syndicate
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| Just you wait with bated breath — his resurrection’s imminent
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| Had to burn the past, to invest in futuristics
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| And turn the orphans of dystopia into a business
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| Big brother should’ve kept his eye on little sisters
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| But now any witnesses are swimmin' with the fishes
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| I started from the top, took a plunge to the bottom
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| Waited 'till my name became long forgotten
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| Remade myself among the paupers, dropped into their Sodom
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| This impoverished populace — back to the top I’ve brought 'em
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| Taught 'em how to topple corruption — find you a lighter
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| Ignite a revolution, you can fight fire with fire!
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| Why would i try to build an empire for myself?
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| When I can just take one away from someone else
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| If you wonder who’s entitled to the sweat of your brow
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| Stop workin' so hard, I’ll get you a towel
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| I rejected Ryan’s message, but I took his keys
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| Will the real Fontaine please stand up? |
| Don’t look at me!
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| Maybe you should’ve asked nicer, try a «Would You Kindly?»
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| Grab a map, or an Atlas — you’ll never find me
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| So much Adam and Plasmids writhing inside me
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| Break the Great Chain weighin' us down — now I’m free!
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| Pray the voices are not delusions
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| This city’s twisted nature — echoed in these stains
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| And your choices — far from illusion
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| Embrace the searing pain of chaos in your veins
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| Forget identity
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| A concept that is dead to me
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| Much unlike destiny
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| I sculpted what you’re meant to be
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| Our latest visitor’s about to hit the deep end
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| Thanks to a plane crash — ain’t that convenient?
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| An angel from above, but in the depths he’ll find devils
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| How far will he sink? |
| I’ll bring him down to my level
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| No one knows Jack — my master plan can’t get out, this
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| Ain’t a wonderland you stumbled into, Alice
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| I’ve been playin' around in your egg salad
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| How did you think I got Ryan’s crown without a ballot?
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| I’m here to stay, but I ain’t campaignin'
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| I’ll take the reins, Rapture needs maintaining
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| The city’s leaking, Adam and Eve are drainin'
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| So grab a shortwave radio, I won’t leave you hangin'
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| That is unless it’s at the tip of a rivet or from a noose
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| Better than being the errand boy for that floozy mother Goose
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| You ain’t useless to me, you’re my ace in the hole
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| But you got deuces and threes, yet you ain’t gonna fold?
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| Got you barking like a cocker spaniel on my command
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| Speaking of dogs, you recall what you’ve done with those hands?
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| So when you see those little freaks, kill their daddies and grab 'em
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| What’s a little brat to you, mook? |
| Harvest their Adam!
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| Cuz next to that, cash is nothing if you wanna be rich
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| Get your hands on a tonic, this is not a fraudulent pitch
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| Remember ammo ain’t so plentiful, you don’t wanna run outta clips
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| Until you get to Ryan’s office and kill that son of a bitch
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| I’m a man of many faces
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| But I’m calling off the masquerade
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| Underneath this act, I’m faceless
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| You’re just a performer, and I’ve cast the play
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| Curtains drawn, face the crowd
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| Know your lines, say them loud
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| Play your part, make us proud
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| Hear applause and take a bow
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| Nice work boyo, I’ll try to make your death quick
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| They say, never mix business with friendship
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| But you’ve been the best partner that I ever worked with
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| I treated you more like a father, than even yours did
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| I’ll run Rapture tits to toes now that I got the clout
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| Any problem with that, scrub? |
| Come on up, we’ll slug it out!
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| Think you got power? |
| You’re nothin' but twenty watts
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| I’m the lights of Broadway, I brought a mob and I’m it’s boss
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| Who told you that you’re special? |
| Born to do great things?
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| Tattooed your brain with memories, then ripped away your wings?
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| Who showed you what you was and all the wonders you’d accomplish?
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| If you don’t call that family, I don’t know what is
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| My name’s Atlas, I aim to keep you alive
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| Till Frank Fontaine rises, I’ll sweep you aside
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| My name’s Atlas, I aim to keep you alive
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| Till Frank Fontaine rises, I’ll sweep you aside |