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Softly, sing the daughters of ADAM
Orphans with Orchid-rain to dance in
Needle marks and needless marching...
but it's not fruit they're harvesting.
In the Abyss, Hephaestus bellows
the air for a Phoenix gorged with plasmids
Ye, softly sing the daughters of Rapture
...
And by the Grace of God, would you damn them?
Lift their eyes to your own, Broken Robin.
Wind chimes in the blood-rusted autumn
Step inside for a shield, be an island
And this fountainhead, we found rotting
its gaping maw, a law we found laughing.
Iron Raptor, fall fall down down to Rapture
Find your home here, deep underwater
...
Just another same daydream/similar vulture/true free allure
So sing the daughters:
"Can't free nature/
so free Rapture/
Worked on paper/
but failed after"
...
Brought the fam' for a patent
Ended all gutted harvesting addicts
The fluids in your veins create a slick-lye-lake
so you slip across your innards to find bit-by-bit
that the limits of your knowledge are ingrained in
in the centers of your brain that I am painting with
...
O fate, this Atlantic
Of knowledge and self-discovery
Breathe in the silence; an ocean breeze,this silence
Don't count the leagues, count the lesions
Don't take the road, take the mountains
Step inside, wounded Robin,
now would you kindly bash his head in?
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Sleigh Bells ringing; RING, you found a Rosie
Along came a spider with a pocket full of doses
First find Fountainhead then fucking fill it's spout with plasmids.
Rearrange it's DNA then fuck who'sever closest
With blood-covered copper and navy blue trappings,
I walk the docks over my infinite self-discovery
Every city on Earth should be terrified of Rapture
'cause it's orphan daughters just summoned the fucking Song Bird
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