Deeper than the deepest ocean
Higher than the highest loft
More power than the world's dose and
More wind than the Big Bad Wolf's huff.
Straight into the beating thing
That lives inside your chest
It's the reason why your still alive
And the reason why you rest
People believe that the soul lies
In a red thing made of skin
Or some other micro organism
That keeps a hold and still
All it does is pump blood
All it does is feed
Feed our empty stubs
Feed our empty skin
Yet people think it does more
More than a controversy
Is it shaped as a heart?
Or just a plain ovality.
Does it hold the key?
Or does it keep us alive?
Will one day it'll give out?
Will it be the reason we die?
The answers are uncertain
But rest remained
The truth is that the thing we speak
Is nothing but plain
A few arteries here and there
It'll give us that start.
But the the secret of the human race
What is the heart?
