In a middle of a heart beat

I loved when I used to send my heart pounding
At more than one hundred and eighty beats per minute,
It made me feel as if I were living three lives at a time!
The fallen pacifist that I was,
The dreamer that I am,
The militant that I’ll never grow to be,

Whenever I sent my heart pounding
At more than one hundred and eighty beats per minute,
The abrasive sound of the rubber hitting the road,
Silenced your deafening climax screaming,
Sharpened my senses,
And suppressed yours!

Sometimes when I sent my heart pounding
At more than one hundred and eighty beats per minute,
I did it, as a hopeless attempt
To prevent you from taming it!
I gritted my teeth just as I burst
Into anaerobic molecules!

I have grown to hate sending my heart pounding
At more than one hundred and eighty beats per minute,
Ever since that Holy Grail
Stunk from the smell of death, the taste of flesh,
And the sound of your screaming
On top of my broken body

Now that I can no longer send my heart pounding
At more than one hundred and eighty beats per minute,
How do you expect me to dream?
I have grown old overnight,
My heart no longer beats for those I love,
My brain is dead, my dreams are in a coma!