
On the threshold of the Ultima Ascension, there is a specific frequency in Over Before It Starts that I couldn’t quite place at first. I realized recently that it isn’t just about a departure; it’s a mirror of Siddhartha Gautama in the final hours before he stepped beyond the palace walls to become the Buddha.
It is the sound of the “Middle Way” being carved out of silk and stone.
I. The Weight of the Crown
“I take what i get When i can get it / But it doesn’t mean that I given up”
In the palace, every desire was met before it was even felt. But taking what is offered isn’t the same as being fulfilled. The lyrics capture that restless stillness—living in luxury while the soul is already packing its bags. You are not giving up; you are waking up.
II. Dismantling the Illusion
“When i pull one apart / Its over once before we start”
This is the core of the awakening. Once you “pull apart” the nature of attachment, the cycle of suffering loses its grip. The “start” of a new desire is over before it can even take root because the illusion has been seen through. To “head for the exit” is the only logical response to seeing the world as it truly is.
III. Trading Gravity
“And i’m breaking the chain / Trading gravity for something surreal”
The “chain” is the causal link that binds us to the earth. To trade gravity for the surreal is to shed the weight of a prince’s responsibilities and the heavy expectations of a bloodline. It is the moment the feet stop walking on marble and start walking on air.
IV. The Threshold
“The light in the shadow blinds / Then they knock / Knock knock”
The most haunting moment of the song. The “light” of truth is often more terrifying than the shadows we’re used to. Then comes the “knock”—the world, the family, the ego—trying to pull the seeker back into the room.
V. The Quiet Parts Begin
“One foot out and I’m ready to run / Before they see what I become”
Siddhartha left in the dead of night, before the palace could wake up and demand he stay. There is a beautiful urgency here. It’s the transition from who you were told to be, to the “quiet parts” where the silver rivers flow.






