//INTER

//PART ONE

+ 01: INTERLUDE I

INTER//PART I//001//INTERLUDE I

[The Narrator]

There was once a restless spirit
that was contained within the body of a man

He was known the world over for his art of disappearance,
his illusions and sleights of the hand

Each performance exceeded those which preceded
Each accomplishment was more grand than the last

No matter the place, the time or the season
he drew crowds til the venue was packed

His presence was met with praise and cheers
as he guided the audience through all of his acts

but the escape he'd perfected over the years
was becoming a thing of the past

Still, they watched him transform such mundane ingredients
into something amazing, and they couldn't grasp

how he managed to thrill them with such an expedience
they followed with their disbelief and their gasps

But in these intimate scenes,
they could only view just a piece of his talent

Little did they know that he carried a secret inside
as deep as its vastness—

and a bird in a cage, if you keep it deprived
may just learn its release from the trap, and...

undo the knots
unlock the chains
unattach the tether
untie the strings

They may keep him contained,
they may hold him together,
but would he always remain...

tied down in knots locked down in chains attached by a tether tied by the strings

They may keep him containted,
they may hold him together,
but he always believed one day he might...

undo the knots unlock the chains unattach the tether untie the strings

So long they kept him contained,
but if he pieced his life together,
what would it take to...

[Chorus]

undo the knots
unlock the chains
unattach the tether
untie the strings

[The Narrator]

They may keep him contained,
they may hold him together,
but would things always be this way?

As the years went by, he surpassed his peers
but there was more to his appearance than hinted

They figured his fame and the crowds and acclaim
all gave him a view rosy tinted

As they watched him succeed, they admired the body—
the same one the spirit grew sick of

so he plotted and studied and followed his theorems
and eventually through inquisition

he discovered a flaw, a way out of the shell—
this whole time he was not but a splinter

and on one fateful night he escaped from his frame
come and see as he flees

to the The Inter...

[Chorus]

undo the knots
unlock the chains
unattach the tether
untie the strings

they may keep you contained
they may hold you together
they may keep you contained
they may hold you together

undo the knots
unlock the chains
unattach the tether
untie the strings

they may keep you contained
they may hold you together
they may keep you contained
they may hold you together

undo the knots
unlock the chains
undo the knots
unlock the chains

undo the knots
unlock the chains
undo the knots
unlock the chains

unlock the chains
unlock the chains
unlock the chains
unlock the chains

unlock the chains
unlock the chains
unlock the chains
unlock the chains

INTERLUDE I\\

//CHAPTER 1

+ 02: EMERGENCE

INTER//PART I//002//EMERGENCE

[The Spirit]

In a blink— all of my senses lifted
Nothing prepared for me this dark endless drifting
As if it wasn't what I was aiming for,
but now I'm here, I admit— I'm scared of this existence

Scared of the blank,
scared of a road being paved over the role I was given

I lived in a cage,
so going back just tempts me less

I know the traps
I know the effect of prisons
I know the gaps
I know the essence of getting past them
I know the solitude that emptiness can bring
I know how I view myself in it

but is my self even helpful in this...
Inter space?

[The Spirit/Chorus]

(I, I, I, I

it's all about

I, I, I, I)

I think I'm alive
but I don't know the signs
Tell me where's the proof
is this all in my mind?

If I don't live on earth
do I still survive?
And if I still exist
tell me who am I

Tell me who am I—

[The Spirit]

I lifted all the fictions,
saw through all the truth and the lies
Now, I don't feel...anything,
not that it's all that much of a surprise

The years numbed me,
I watched the world from behind two glassy eyes
Now that I'm here and I'm away from where I was
there has to be something more for me to find...

I remember...

I was a phantom in a strange land
They tried to take advantage of me
make a name brand out of me

The second I agreed
I could feel the sand dropping on the hourglass floor
I could feel the hands around me shaking me for all my grains
I could feel the panic forming like a flame inside of me

Their game was to flip it til one of us died, I think
Turn me upside down to squeeze me dry again

A discombobulating way to live—
all take and no give
They expected me to fake authentic greatness
My constant code switch between
an over eager id who entertained
while the calm superego knew the key to keep control of the stages

That was my old life
That was my old face

I knew there had to be more beyond this world, right?

I hoped and prayed every night,
but still I'd say...

[The Spirit/Chorus]

I think I'm alive
but I don't know the signs
Tell me where's the proof
is this all in my mind?

If I don't live on earth
do I still survive?
And if I still exist
tell me who am I

Tell me who am I

[The Spirit]

(I, I, I)

knew I wouldn't find an answer
'til I found my patience within the nonsense

(I, I, I, I)

rearranged my life
'til everything around me supported my calmness

(I, I, I, I)

tried to be mindful of every action,
every decision made within the cockpit

(I, I, I, I)

The outside spun while I was gyroscopic,
eye of the storm
but I still felt this itch beneath the skin
to break out of performance
to break out of the forms
and now the storm is gone
and I don't know what 'I' means
Am I just lost without those lines?
It's such a hard time defining
when I slipped off the body I wore for warmth and hiding

And though those eyes below can't see me anymore—
as I explore this empty space
something I can't seem to shake
are the questions that forever haunted my dreams...

[The Spirit/Chorus]

I think I'm alive
but I don't know the signs
Tell me where's the proof
is this all in my mind?

If I don't live on earth
do I still survive?
And if I still exist
tell me who am I

Tell me...who am I?

[The Spirit]

I am...

nothing but a voice in a void,
lost in between

it's hard to believe it's all over,
gone, so quick, like a dream

with a sudden jolt,
I split in two like lightning striking a tree

My Spirit unpeeled, blew off in the wind
far from that other side of me

One minute, I'm a famous escapist
the next, I am... unconceived

With no world to grasp or cling to,
I wonder what all of this means

As old thoughts flash by, afterimages fade,
my memories one by one leave,

and the seams disassemble, I'm free from the world
but what remains of my scene?

EMERGENCE\

+ 03: UNGROUNDED

INTER//PART I//003//UNGROUNDED

[The Spirit]

No lights No sight No eyes— am I really seeing?

No stage No face No way to know— is it really me?

How do I steer this thing? There's no control!

No motor

a sole stator

floating

unwound from all matter

detached

I sprang up from the coil,
that show-boating egotistical body's hold
My physical life was a cocoon
but what am I unbound from all modus?
And will I ever know

with no lights
and no sight?
With no eyes— am I really seeing?

With no stage
With no face
With no way to know— is it really me?

What if I brought it back again and retold it?
The essence of my life minus all the anecdotes
but that'd be incomplete
and I'd miss all the integral pieces like how passion made me whole
but practice paved the road
and even that's deceitful
'cause actually I was equally pushed to see my dreams through
by teachers peers and cheering people

add to that a long line of masters of the craft
add to that a family tree who needed my success
add to that investors, casual audience and the fans

If only I could see their face when I subtracted me

[The Spirit/Chorus]

I don't need them to prove me right I did this all for me

I don't need them to prove me right I did this all for me

Can't nothing keep me down
I left that weight back on the ground
I guess there's nothing left to do

Ungrounded

[The Spirit]

How can I find the words to perfectly describe this state I'm in?
'Cause to accurately know,
I'd need to define a ground to show what it means to float
I'd need to tell the story of my past again
to prove what it means to be in chains
The attention and the reigns that were placed on me
gave me both a need to get away
and a fear of that release,

and for that,
I'd need some kind of annotated notes
that could adequately show
how the pressure never ceased but lo—
I wasn't scared of being free
I was scared of something deeper
bubbling in the kettle on the stove—
the metal body through which my spirit screamed
The temperature increased the more I prepared to blow
'til I could let it out of me, clear as steam it rose

And here I be, with no one hearing anything I've told,
and no way to know if it's really me

but still

[The Spirit/Chorus]

Can't nothing keep me down I left that weight back on the ground I guess there's nothing left to do

Ungrounded

I don't need them to prove me right I did this all for me

me me me me

[The Spirit]

With no lights
and no sight
and no eyes on me now I'm free

With no stage
and no face
is there a way to find
if it's really me?

My head floats, unrestrained and searching for a light,
an outline, hand, a trunking leg, a reference for my height,

my coordination, balance, size and shape, my face, but I remain
a cordless idea, fading, vagrant, wild steaming trackless train

But why should I fear what a lack of an appearance brings?
I don't need to see myself,

which is further vindication to my theories and experiments then--
I've merely cleared away what held me back

Surely I must have predicted some of this
when I was planning my escape out of the shell

But if I try to summon snippets of my old thoughts
and all of it's a blur...how can I really tell?

Because here, there's no notes to check, no scrolls or texts
to pull up reference, no souls to pose a dialectic

With no physical proof, how can I help but question
if my whole life before this moment ever truly happened

Could I have just imagined that identity so expertly
that in my mind it went as far to fabricate a substance?

I was so convinced of that reality I never even wondered
whether there could truly be a me without it

Perhaps there never was one...

UNGROUNDED\

+ 04: SUPPLICATION

INTER//PART I//004//SUPPLICATION

[The Spirit/Chorus]

Lift me up
Free my soul
Can't nothing keep me down

[The Spirit]

I am not my body
I am not my past
I am not the suit
I am not the act
I am not who you want me to be
I am not an automatic man

I am...

free

[The Spirit/Chorus]

Lift me up
Free my soul
Can't nothing keep me down

[The Spirit]

I am not to be consumed
My past is not to be resumed
I am not to be caught up in my old ways
I am not here to be viewed
I am celebrated for my own sake
I am not dependent on attention
I am endless
higher than any fence is
more fortified than forty-five temples

I am more than my body
more than meets the eye
more than my mortal life could ever find me
I mean, those diamonds and gold were nice and shiny
and all those lovely people who admired me,
watched me with open eyelids

'cause I am...

free

But where does that get me?

This space is so empty

At least when I was in a...

when I was still inside my body

the crowds watched me

and in their eyes I'd see

proof that I lived

proof of my gifts, yes...

So what does my freedom

ultimately depend on?

Was it me that willed it?

Or did leaving kill it?

How could I have even thought to deny
the birth right to claim the audience's excitement

when they blessed me with ego strokes
and mine was something the size
of a cypress tree knighted by Midas

but when I left my body
I looked back upon how swollen I'd become

How was I so blinded?
All that was on my mind
was how I'd die to be free

Now with no one around to remind me of my power...
is my own voice enough

to lift me up?

These hollow words, they lack true reinforcement and stand alone as wishful thinking missing action to endorse it

As I float without a concrete thought to grasp, there's no form at all
to block invading memories that keep from moving forward

So even though I finally made it
to the place I sought for nearly a decade, the taste

is bittersweet, the freedom still so anchored down
to something still, beneath.

Ever since I started redirecting fate and plotting courses
for my death defying escapades, I swept away the dust

that covered floors and other messes I had made.
But i'm afraid I can't ignore it—

The way I tested boundries was by facing them head on
rejecting frames right on their doorstep

Did I not need my chains to define my whole escape?
Did I not breathe and feel a mortal pain to find my strength?

How can I deny that there was another part of me some time ago
that for so long was the place where my spirit called a home

It was where my soul existed, where my self sat, alone
It was where I built this whole life from and all I owned

It was the sole container of... me and I wonder, just as I used to
dream of floating far away from the body I was trapped in—

now that I've detached completely,
will I come to dream of the body?

Will I dream at all

of something more solid?

SUPPLICATION\

+ 05: ASTRAL DREAMS

INTER//PART I//005//ASTRAL DREAMS

[The Spirit]

I sold my body down the stream

And for what?
Life in a dream?
Life in this empty Inter space?

drifting between

drifting

between

drifting

between

I guess my assumption was I'd jump from my body,
be free for all eternity and done with the plots
Well, I was right— even more correct than I'd thought
Everything stripped, shaken off, evaporated, every sense faded,
lost

What was I but a pilot made of breath
someone placed inside a box made of flesh?

The train of thought—
given a taste of what's beyond could never settle for less
How could you expect the soul to not reach out?

Now my body's a dream

and for what?

[The Spirit/Chorus]

Who could feel this state I'm in?

[The Spirit]

How much of me is insoluble in these waves?

[The Spirit/Chorus]

Who could feel this state I'm in?

[The Spirit]

I'm just following where the fade takes me

I woke up within this intersection of laws
What is this feeling this lack of feeling this loss?
What happened to my stash of sensations and thoughts
stacked floor to ceiling?

And I went back to the floor
All of it's gone
All of it thawed out, poured outta my solid form
which held me so long,
kept me so contained within its walls

[The Spirit/Chorus]

Now who could feel this state I'm in?

[The Spirit]

Somehow this freedom came with an NDA
No one to share this feeling this recipe that I made

[The Spirit/Chorus]

So who could feel this state I'm in?

[The Spirit]

to ventilate the shell and empty out the container
If I only I could tell 'em
If I only I could just set 'em straight,
let 'em know

[The Spirit/Chorus]

You could feel this state I'm in

[The Spirit]

And maybe I could've stayed behind and explained to them
But can you blame me?
My hands were tied back in chains

I've escaped,
so now, what is my place then?

No sensation, no face and no occupation
to weigh me down to my old roles,
my old bones replaced by this

empty space

I've been erased

[The Spirit/Chorus]

Now who could feel this state I'm in?

[The Spirit]

I'm just following where the fade takes me

[The Spirit/Chorus]

You could feel this state I'm in

Who could feel this state I'm in?

[The Spirit]

Looking back on the world below
wishing I could've taken you with me
but how could I phrase it to me make you get me?

[The Spirit/Chorus]

If only you could feel this state I'm in

[The Spirit]

Funny where the mind takes you
with no blocks, no pathways
no map and no core
in fact, I'd been stashed in a form all this time,

all this time...

and reaching out feels like...coming home
Feels like something summoned me,
like I was plucked by a summer breeze,
plus now I know
I was free

all this time

But something was holding me back
from discovering all the teachings from my suffering

Was it my body all along?
That sluggish thing...
all the needs and wants of my body
and the bodies around me

Those mirrors of that obstructive flesh
blocking my instructions, yes...
if that's the case
I'm glad I've left

[The Narrator]

The clutter chases you

[The Spirit]

Did I not leave that world

to be free from all of this

[The Narrator]

The clutter chases you

[The Spirit]

How could I ever escape?

[The Narrator]

It chases you

[The Spirit]

how can I change

my dreams?

[The Narrator]

It chases you

[The Spirit]

why does this still remain

[The Narrator]

Chases you

[The Spirit]

The clutter chases me,
useless information
all the names and vacant trivia
wasting space in my head,
formalities required to play the game they expected,
balancing the attire the fallacies and the failures
hidden from the world
so that no one could feel the state I was in—
I was alone with it,

league of my own,
but not quite equal to those who bankrolled my whole ascent

so I guess

I sold my life down the stream
And for what?
Alienated living?
Selling my autonomy to businesses and kingpins?

These rich men always made me wonder

What gains are made by making sure the suit
never matches the inside of you?
It's all for the sake of others

But why must we obscure the truth
just to maintain the frame of their sacred shared illusion?

We have these wonderful gifts
but barely use 'em
except when mediocre men offer us percents
to go pursue a profit and commodify these blessings
This overthrew the logic of many youthful intentions

That was me once—
nineteen, hunted by those fiends
and no one could feel the state I was in

divine youth, meet the bottom line
freedom to choose, meet dollar signs

and so I sold my life down the stream

And for what?
A pocket full of green?
Some toxic fools disguised by an honest looking sheen?
If only I had paid attention to the eyes of greed
but you can't blame me—
you couldn't feel the state I was in

No you can't blame me—
you couldn't feel the state I was in

What assembled these old memories to haunt me in my lapse?
Must I be vigilant continuously just to hold them back?

Or is this inter space designed not for my freedom, but to trap me
in my worst of thoughts, my calloused past, my scabbing over act?

Are these feelings that I carry with me real without those forms?
The basis of my self, the senses from whence I was torn

are so inscribed in me that ever since ascending from the floor
I've carried everything I fled from, deftly clinging to my core

Have I escaped, or merely just metastacized?
I left my skin but still seem to be carrying these fragments hiding

deep beneath my surface thoughts, something that was packed inside
always seeks release through me, to peek its face,

a secret language long forgotten, always trying to rewind
I thought I turned the clock and left my furnished plot behind

yet I still rely on repetition, blueprints, patterns, habits, lies
What is it still that tethers me?

Is there no real escape from my established I?

ASTRAL DREAMS\

+ 06: Old Missions & Appendices

INTER//PART I//006//OLD MISSIONS AND APPENDICES

If I'm quiet enough I can still hear them
preying on my optimism building me up
as I allowed each and every compliment to raise my spirit
they boosted my ego and gave me a buzz

My daily life became a stationary pole vault—
perceiving myself to be in higher spots than I was

I wonder sometimes—was my path in life my full fault?
Too much was hammered in me back when I was young

Why do we fortify the magnet of the status quo that drags us
rather than searching for the essence of what makes us, us?

Still, the illusion's always fragile but stays seductive
Even the best of us eventually they get sucked in
So many dreams and pure intentions became destructive

so, I sold my life down the stream
And for what? Old missions and appendices?

only upend I see is how it led me
to the space
between

to the space
between

What does it matter to me now? I'm high above
I am beyond the physical world where I was snubbed

I should have been a pioneer
Did I spend too much time on my veneer
when I should have built a composite?

Would I have flossed and flexed
and over compensated as much
if I had found success and stayed anonymous?

What would I have been
without those pressing hands pushing me to fame
propelling me from the back?
What would I have been if I never surrounded myself
with all those pompous pricks
who provided me the tools to do my tricks?

But was it worth it
if in the end
they obscured my perception
and eroded my common sense?

What would I have been?

I knew I'd never find out
until I dropped the act
and left my body and

so,
I sold my life down the stream

I'm glad I did
it's giving me time to think

time to be
without

everything

There must be a world without what came before
There must be more to me than what I was
There must be something still beyond this form
These steps I've taken aren't enough

these steps
these steps
these steps

if I only retrace the same steps
as I used to get here
where else could it lead me
but backwards?

This inter space
provides no rhythm of its own
just a spinning drain

if I am to truly leave that old life in the past
perhaps what is required of me
is to avoid repetition at all costs

form my own world
completely disconnected from memory

but how can I do this
when all I know
is the life I lived?

There must be something more

there must be something deeper

something untapped

something else
hiding
in this inter space...

OLD MISSIONS AND APPENDICIES\

CHAPTER 1\