The Rapture

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 calling me at night
They say, «Come to the rapture
We’ll fill up your soul»
You better come to the rapture
Calling me back home
So, I stifle all my urges but the poison only grows
The hunger boils inside of me 'til the evil overflows
Come to the rapture
Filling up my soul
Here comes the rapture, whoa!
I lose all control, ha!
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So, I hunt the streets for idle beasts baited by my Lord
Drag 'em to the ground and I sink my teeth, feast on a flesh so warm
Here comes the rapture, whoa!
I’ll fill up your soul
Well, here comes the rapture, whoa!
I’ve lost all control
Here comes the rapture
Filling up your soul
Well, here comes the rapture, whoa!
I’ve lost all control
I’ve lost all control
I’ve lost all control
I’ve lost all control