9.) In Between - Lyrics
“Inside the iris,
To who’s the highness;
Treble to the mistletoe,
The Under-glow will find this.
Midas,
He can’t even touch us now.
For the one that may become the gold is hidden underneath the crown.
----
A thoughtful paradigm;
In these thoughts is where I rhyme.
It’s a calling, not a quest,
“Seek it out and ye shall find”, lies!
For where it hides,
“In between the new divide”,
That’s as simple as it comes;
Contradiction, silver line, eyes-
----
Can only see the eyes,
A subtle message of truth.
Masquerading carousel,
Hidden right inside the-
The moon still glows,
And the stars still shine,
While Awaiting for an answer
In between the heart and mind, look.
----
What’s hidden in the eyes;
Seek it out and ye shall find,
Contradiction, silver line,
Hidden right inside the iris.
To who’s the highness,
For Not even Midas,
Could touch the crown, it’s underground;
The undertone of silence.
----
Inside the iris,
To who’s the highness;
Treble to the mistletoe,
The Under-glow will find this.
Midas,
He can’t even touch us now.
For the one that may become the gold is hidden underneath the crown.
----
What’s hidden in the eyes;
Seek it out and ye shall find,
Contradiction, silver line
Hidden right inside the iris.
To who’s the highness,
For Not even Midas,
Could touch the crown, it’s underground;
The undertone of silence.
----
Silver spoon, golden throne;
And yet, it keeps calling home.
In a realm, what’s unknown,
Will show its self to who is honed.
Listen close, little ear,
Your destiny is calling near.
Raindrops falling in the snow,
Crystal ball says, “Reap what’s sown”.
----
Inside the iris,
To who’s the highness;
Treble to the mistletoe,
The Under-glow will find this.
Midas,
He can’t even touch us now.
For the one that may become the gold is hidden underneath the crown.
----
A thoughtful paradigm;
In these thoughts is where I rhyme.
It’s a calling, not a quest,
“Seek it out and ye shall find”, lies!
For where it hides,
“In between the new divide”,
That’s as simple as it comes;
Contradiction, silver line, look.
----
What’s hidden in the eyes;
Seek it out and ye shall find,
Contradiction, silver line,
Hidden right inside the iris.
To who’s the highness,
For Not even Midas,
Could touch the crown, it’s underground;
The undertone of silence.
----
Inside the iris,
to who’s the highness;
Treble to the mistletoe,
The Under-glow will find this.
Midas,
He can’t even touch us now.
For the one that may become the gold is hidden underneath the crown.
----
A thoughtful paradigm;
In these thoughts is where I rhyme.
It’s a calling, not a quest,
“Seek it out and ye shall find”, lies!
For where it hides,
“In between the new divide”,
That’s as simple as it comes;
Contradiction, silver line, eyes-
----
Can only see the eyes,
A subtle message of truth.
Masquerading carousel,
Hidden right inside the-
The moon still glows,
And the stars still shine,
While Awaiting for an answer
In between the heart and mind.”
- Esotus (2020)
