With my final breath of air I whispered final prayers
The bathysphere shut beneath the moon's icy glare
I tapped into madness, where my wicked demons lie
As the Atlantic Ocean water devoured the starry sky
Infinite and persistent, the pressure bore down
Where sunlight cannot reach and there is no sound
My past did haunt me as I was lost to the depths below
I spied the distant spark of an intense green glow
Grow did the spark, inescapable was my wretched fate
Four thousand fathoms beneath the sea, was a vibrant cityscape
What I learned when I arrived was that I was the building's to capture
Just another wretched soul who was lost to the city of Rapture
I've killed ten evil men in a most violent collision
Then took in the scene of Andrew Ryan's failed vision
Decrepit and in shambles, this great city was in ruin
I quickly took shelter when the whistling whirlybirds flew in
Enemies fled from flying guns with all their beating heart
Only for a hale of flaming bullets to rip them apart
Past residents of Rapture, now soldiers in civil war
Once ladies and gentlemen, now ghouls with a coal core
This war bore clans with strength and pride of the lion
From the rebel called Atlas and the founder, Andrew Ryan
With fire and bullets, plenty of lightning, but no pity
Spliced up ADAM addicts waged combat for the broke down city
I stumbled upon a corpse, a woman with earrings of pearls
When I was shaken by heavy footsteps and the voice of a young girl
A Big Daddy, it was and by his side, a Little Sister
They approached the dead victim, skin riddle with blisters
The girl of about six, kept her tangled hair in ties
With a filthy red dress, pale skin, and glowing eyes
Her guardian; a heavy hunk of deadly hazards and might
With armor like a tank and a deadly, prejudice sight
The Protector, I knew, to the shadows and away
I'll spare this pare so we can live another day
Deadness around me a shining billboard caught my sight
Upon a platinum plaque a portrait of Raptures best and most bright
The founder of the city took the center of the stage
With five of his colleagues to bring in the new age
The wonder, Dr. Tenenbaum and the studious Dr. Suchong
Experimented for their gains, be it right or very wrong
Cohen, the artist who's respected names graced plays
Would apparently vanish on splicing binges for days
Sofia Lamb, it would seem was one of a kind
A blond, heartless siren who would rearrange your mind
Just like she did to Gilbert, the final face on that plaque
She wrecked his heart like that plane Ryan's kid hijacked
In silence I sit to record these morbid thoughts
For I may die tonight, to death my soul is wrought
If I do not die by bot, or by hook or by drill
I might take my life, and myself pay the Reaper's bill
Now at this moment, I closed my restless eyes
As my mind transcends realms using hallucinogenic lies
I didn't mind these lies, it's the truth that I despise
ADAM does make you stronger, but everything here still dies
Goodnight Rapture, mausoleum beneath the sea
Gods, take my soul if my life is taken from me
My mind was finally gone and my sight, finally dark
When the splicers waiting to ambush me began to tear me apart