Killing Rapture - SubRosa

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

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)