| Well, I’ll tell you I got secrets
|
| I know you got yours, too
|
| But mine are a little more sinister
|
| Done things I can’t undo
|
| I bury all my secrets
|
| In the deep, dark woods of the pines
|
| Covered in mud and timber
|
| They come callin' me at night
|
| They say, come to the rapture
|
| We’ll fill up your soul
|
| You better come to the rapture
|
| Callin' me back home
|
| So I stifle all my urges
|
| But the poison only grows
|
| The hunger boils inside of me
|
| Till the evil overflows
|
| Come to the rapture
|
| Fillin' up my soul
|
| Here comes the rapture, woo!
|
| I lose all control
|
| So I hunt the streets for idle beasts
|
| Baited by my Lord
|
| Drag 'em to the ground and I sink my teeth
|
| Feast on the flesh so warm
|
| Here comes the rapture, woo!
|
| I’ll fill up your soul
|
| Well, here comes the rapture, woo!
|
| I’ve lost all control
|
| Well, here comes the rapture
|
| Fillin' up your soul
|
| Well, here comes the rapture, woo!
|
| I’ve lost all control
|
| I’ve lost all control
|
| I’ve lost all control
|
| I’ve lost all control |