[Intro] I thought awakening would feel like light, like answers falling out the sky. Nobody told me truth could hurt, or that seeing clearly meant watching old worlds die. I came looking for the hidden. I found what I was hiding from. And once the illusion disappeared, there was nowhere left to run. [Verse 1] I used to think the wise knew something written somewhere I couldn't read, some forbidden little answer, some invisible master key. So I searched behind the symbols, under doctrine, under names, through the mouths of self-made prophets selling certainty for faith. Then the structure started cracking, every promise lost its shape, people I had placed above me turned out human underneath. And that hurt more than deception, 'cause the lie had felt like home, but a comfortable illusion still collapses when you know. I watched heroes become strangers, watched my idols become men, watched the things I called eternal need defending to pretend. That's when something changed inside me. Not a vision. Not a sign. I just stopped demanding answers that were never really mine. [Pre-Chorus] Maybe wisdom isn't knowing what nobody else can see. Maybe wisdom is surviving what the truth destroys in me. [Chorus] Everything I knew went down, but somehow I stayed. Lost the world I built inside me, watched the meaning rearrange. I could've turned the pain to hatred, made resentment my belief, but I came back from the ruins with my eyes open, finally. No secret made me different. No title made me wise. I just lived through the destruction of the world behind my eyes. Everything I knew went down. But I stayed. [Verse 2] I don't need another teacher telling me what I should fear. I can listen without kneeling. I can question what I hear. I can learn from contradiction without forcing it to fit. I can say, "I do not know yet," without feeling less for it. Every certainty I buried gave me space to finally breathe. Every answer that abandoned me made honesty run deep. There are wounds that don't enlighten. There is pain that teaches none. Not every loss was necessary. Not every war was meant to come. I refuse to worship suffering just because I made it through. What destroyed me wasn't sacred. What I built afterward was new. I won't romanticize the knife just because the scar grew stronger. I give credit to the person who decided to live longer. [Bridge] I don't need the universe to tell me why it happened. I don't need a cosmic script to make the damage matter. Meaning can be something made without becoming something false. Maybe consciousness is standing where the old illusions fall. And choosing— not revenge, not submission, not denial, not despair— but the courage to keep looking when there's nothing hiding there. [Verse 3] Now I recognize the pattern when somebody sells the key: "Only I possess the knowledge." "Only follow and you'll see." I've been hungry for those answers. I remember how it feels when uncertainty is terrifying and certainty feels real. But I would rather walk through darkness with an honest little light than construct another heaven just to shelter from the night. I don't want another illusion even if it gives me peace. If a truth can break my worldview, let the worldview be released. Because growth isn't collecting every secret ever told. Sometimes growth is losing stories you were terrified to let go. [Final Chorus] Everything I knew went down, but somehow I stayed. Lost the world I built inside me, watched the meaning rearrange. I could've turned the pain to hatred, made resentment my belief, but I came back from the ruins with more questions—and more peace. No secret made me different. No title made me wise. I just lived through the destruction of the world behind my eyes. And if awakening means anything, maybe this is what it is: Not discovering what's hidden— but surviving what disappears when the illusion finally breaks. [Outro] I went searching for initiation. I thought somebody would show me the way. Instead, everything I trusted collapsed. And somewhere inside the wreckage, I found out what could survive.
