Killing Rapture

Revealing love to be
 a test tube of untidy sludge
 Is the greatest triumph
 of the modern era
 Evolution belies
 this unfortunate defect
 We're smoothing out
 the gross chaos of biology
 Antithesis
 to precision
 A threat to order
 and reason, inverse of numbers
 The fruits of the heart
 are a useless and troublesome thing
 A waste of time,
 thief of quota and peace of mind
 Rapture is such
 an inefficient emotion
 With the surgical arts,
 we'll free them from their foolish hearts
 To feel
 is the enemy
 To be a dead tomb is a mercy
 Hanno combattuto la battaglia
 della loro vita per questo
 Per essere fatti a pezzi,
 per venire ridotti al nulla
 Per essere fatti a pezzi,
 per venire ridotti al nulla
 The time has come
 to take someone, anyone
 Courtship is no more than
 a menu of flesh and blood
 We're interchangeable
 as dung at the city dump
 A city laid waste,
 where everything's been decided for us
 So get a ticket
 Erase all difference
 Undo the burden
 of identity (your body is not your own)