In the Chest - Mithra

Emotions made it glitter,

Hate makes it round.

Love, makes it all shattered.

Revenge, helps it rise.

(RISE)

An egg, in the chest of all human beings

Can’t be controlled.

It rises according to its own purpose.

It can’t be denied.

An egg, in the chest of all human beings

Can’t be controlled.

It rises according to its own purpose.

It can’t be denied.

Container of the heart,

Pandora’s Box

As the cover slips through my fingers,

Darkness flies.

(FLIES)

An egg, in the chest of all human beings

Can’t be controlled.

It rises according to its own purpose.

It can’t be denied.

Somewhere deep inside my body,

There is a mind.

As the crow makes it way outside

My mind cries.

(SO IT CRIES)