The Rapture - The White Buffalo

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