They Called It Rapture

A family memory caressed in my hand
A horrible explosion miles above land
Water-filled lungs and falling debris
The ocean's on fire and I have to flee

Speeding for my life to the tower on the right
Turn back now, I think with all of my might
My body betrays me,and I can't think about why
The bathysphere lowers, and I know I will die

A self-absorbed tyrant appears on the screen
With tales of our greatness, and what we could be
An enterprise so great we could do nothing but thrive
An underwater derelict; how could anyone survive?

The sights to behold! The minds it will capture!
Nothing could go wrong in the place he called... Rapture.
To be sure, in it's time, it was a great city
And even in doom, it's astoundingly pretty

But no amount of beauty can justify the price
Besides, what change can happen when Ryan holds the dice?
The bathysphere halts as I sense danger is rife
Anxiety peaks as I hear begging for life

I watch in a daze as she tears him in two
Before I watch her turn her attention anew
She savages the sphere, screaming madness and blood
Then deafening silence, relief in a flood

A voice needs my help, an Atlas unknown
The creator must die, it's written in stone
Andrew Ryan, the demon, the insidious ghoul
And among that, whispers of one who subverted his rule

Fontaine, first place in cruelty when it serves his ambition
He wants it all for himself, f*** the rest, no conditions
The Atlas assures Fontaine is long dead
I shouldn't have believed a damn word that he said

Undaunted, I resolve to continue my role
The chains on my wrists are taking their toll
Further investigations expose the torture and pain
All the daughters and fathers with minds gone insane

I save the girls, all of them, as much as I'm able
Because the slugs might be gone, but they'll never be stable
Tenenbaum helped, though she is the cause
She helped me, but I'll never forgive what I saw

Tenenbaum, Suchong, Gil Alexander alike
I'd imprison them here for the rest of their lives
And now, as Atlas laughs and drawls in my ear
I see red, and I let go of my fear.

Screaming and laughing, Ryan lay on the floor
I beat his head open and and walk out the door
Fontaine awaits as I steady my breath
Although his last moment, it was a mutual death.

As my vision fades, body broken and gaunt
I hear a beautiful voice that's surely a haunt
Her yellow eyes glow with excitement and hunger
Her protector aside to make sure I stay under

She giggles with glee as she punctures my skin
Her innocent expression alights with a grin
Completed her meal, alight in the moon
"Mr. Bubbles, time for beddy-bye soon?"

He delivers her home, then knocks for another
He's tortured; she doesn't remember her mother
So it will continue though both tyrants are dead
Who just spoke on the intercom; what was it she said?

We are all a collective, a family united
Or are the dregs that are left an opportunity sighted?
"The tyrant is dead, your transgressions forgiven"
What is she planning for those of us living?

Rapture, the horror built on pain and despair
What shall be next, a city floating in air?