Heartbeat

Boom... boom... boom The rhythm I hear As I press my digitus quartus against my ear Consistent, it never betrays To return just as before, days after days So loud and so clear At times, it develops within me great fear Boom... boom... boom It reminds me that I can be ripped apart Slain to death just by removing my heart So with being mortal, are we not just meat and bones? This idea is bleak, however, at least I do not stand alone If religion is false and I merely join this planet's soil I imagine I will still hear the vibration, from an orchestra, of billions of hearts boil Boom... boom... boom