Hearts Are Made for Beating Wax Fang

A heart
Is a bomb
Set inside of your chest
When that bomb
It goes off
Is anybody's guess
Your head breaks
Your body decays
A heart
Is a bomb
In your chest

A heart
Is a bomb
But a heart nonetheless
It ticks
And it tocks
Until detonated
On an airplane
On a cold subway train
A heart
Is a bomb
In your chest

Oh, everyone knows
What a heart represents
Love, however it ends
Begins with a kiss
Nothing is more of a pain
Than loving someone in vain
But then hearts
Are made
For beating