The Rapture
The White Buffalo Lyrics

Well
There is an impending revelation, confession, or secret that the singer is about to reveal.

I'll tell you I got secrets
The singer has secrets that they want to disclose

I know you got yours, too
Acknowledgement that everyone has secrets.

But mine are a little more sinister
The artist believes their secrets are more severe or malevolent than average secrets.

Done things I can undo
The artist has done things that they regret and cannot fix.

I bury all my secrets
The singer hides their secrets, conceals them.

In the deep dark woods of the pines
A metaphor for the singer's subconscious, a deep-seated, hidden place.

Covered in mud and timber
The artist has covered their secrets with elements of nature to keep them hidden.

They come calling me at night
The artist's secrets haunt them at night; they cannot escape them.

They say come to the rapture
The secrets urge the artist to come to the rapture, a metaphor for a reckoning or end of the world.

We'll fill up your soul
The secrets promise to fulfill or consume the singer's soul.

You better come to the rapture
The secrets implore the artist to come to the rapture, or else face their consequences.

Calling me back home
The secrets are the singer's home, their true nature, calling them back.

So I stifle all my urges
The singer suppresses their desires or urges to keep their secrets hidden.

But the poison only grows
The suppression of desires only makes them worse.

The hunger boils inside of me
The artist's hunger or desires are overwhelming.

'Till the evil overflows
The artist's negative, malevolent inclinations become too much to contain.

Come to the rapture
The secrets call the singer to come to the rapture again.

Filling up my soul
The secrets promise to fill or consume the singer's soul again.

Here comes the rapture (Woo!)
The reckoning or end of the world approaches.

I lose all control
The artist is unable to control their impulses and has resigned themselves to fate.

So I hunt the streets
The artist wanders the streets, searching for something they desire.

For idle beasts
The singer seeks unassuming, vulnerable prey that will not fight back.

Baited by my Lord
The artist's dark inclinations are influenced by an unknown force or entity.

Drag 'em to the ground
The singer attacks and subdues their prey.

And I sink my teeth
The singer consumes or destroys their prey.

Feast on the flesh so warm
The singer enjoys consuming the flesh of the vulnerable prey.

I've lost all control
The artist has completely relinquished their control and given in to their malevolent impulses and desires.