dream, delusion, or the pain of a phantom limb – to one man, they are as real as rain. reality is consensus… and the people are losing faith. take a walk, andrew. it is raining in rapture… and you have simply chosen not to notice.
Rapture, a city where the artist would not fear the censor, where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality. Where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well.
I’m sexy, I’m cute, I’m popular to boot! I’m bitchin’, great hair! The boys all love to stare! I’m wanted, I’m hot! I’m everything you’re not! I’m pretty, I’m cool! I dominate this school! Who am I? Just guess! Guys wanna touch my chest! I’m rockin’! I smile! And many think I’m vile. I’m flyin’, I jump! You can look but don’t you hump! I’m major, I roar! I swear I’m not a whore! We cheer and we lead! We act like we’re on speed! Don’t hate us cause we’re beautiful well we don’t like you either! We’re cheerleaders! We are cheerleaders!