| 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 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 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 (x8) |
| My city is thriving |
| Your allies- choose them wisely |
| Our Rapture is rising |
| Stand with us, Would You Kindly? |
| RISE |
| Welcome to the Circus of Values |
| You’ll find no better vending service around you |
| We’ve got everything that you’ll ever need |
| Don’t be shy, come on by, you’ve got a craving to feed |