Killing Rapture from For This We Fought The Battle Of Ages

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)