Heartbeat(Peak of Ignorance)

“Wake up...” “Look inside...” “Peak... of ignorance...” Maybe I ain’t different maybe I just learned new words to make confusion sound intelligent I cut through their blind faith like an autopsy with clean hands cold precision while carefully avoiding my own organs Called them prisoners of illusion with that calm voice people trust till one night the sentence echoed back and sounded too familiar Now I’m staring at my own thoughts like fingerprints at a crime scene every conclusion got my shadow on it every truth smell faintly of ego I used to wear doubt like armor till it learned the shape of my ribs now every question come back sharper like the blade remembers who held it “Peak of ignorance...” No gods to blame “Peak of ignorance...” Just different names “Wake up... wake up...” That loop never ends “Look inside...” And the mirror bends Thought I was chasing truth turns out I just gave uncertainty a holy name built whole identities outta hesitation called it wisdom ‘cause it sounded deep Every worldview I buried grew roots through the floorboards now ghosts walk barefoot through my head wearing faces stitched from my own voice No enemies left no systems left to expose once you peel illusion far enough you eventually touch your own bones And that’s the part nobody tells you Self-awareness can become another narcotic another throne for the ego to sit on another mask pretending not to be a mask So now I don’t even trust the part of me that thinks it sees clearly ‘cause maybe this whole obsession with “awakening” is just ignorance wearing expensive language “Peak of ignorance...” No summit found “Peak of ignorance...” Just circles down “Who you foolin’...” When the silence speak? “Look inside...” That abyss got teeth Maybe there was never an exit Maybe I kept searching for “higher” because I was terrified of standing still inside myself And maybe the Peak of Ignorance was never a mountain Just the voice narrating all of this** ____中 譯____ 「醒醒吧……」 「看看裡面……」 「愚昧之巔……」 也許我沒有不同 也許我只是學會了新的詞彙 把混亂說得像一種智慧 我切開他們的盲信 像一場雙手乾淨的解剖 冷靜、精準 卻小心避開 自己的內臟 我說他們活在幻覺裡 用那種人們願意相信的平靜語氣 直到某個夜裡 那句話忽然反彈回來 聽起來過於熟悉 現在我盯著自己的思想 像看著犯罪現場上的指紋 每個結論都有我的影子 每個真相 都帶著淡淡的自我氣味 我曾把懷疑穿成盔甲 直到它記住了我肋骨的形狀 現在每個問題都反刺得更深 像那把刀 記得曾經是誰握住它 「愚昧之巔……」 沒有神可以責怪 「愚昧之巔……」 只有不同名字 「醒醒吧……醒醒吧……」 那循環沒有盡頭 「看看裡面……」 連鏡子都開始扭曲 我以為自己在追逐真相 結果只是替不確定 取了一個神聖的名字 我用猶豫建立整個人格 再把它稱作智慧 只因為聽起來夠深刻 每個被我埋葬的世界觀 都從地板下長出根 如今那些幽靈赤腳走過我的腦海 臉是用我的聲音縫起來的 沒有敵人了 也沒有體制可以揭穿 當你把幻覺一層層剝到底 最後碰到的 往往是自己的骨頭 而這部分 從沒有人告訴過你 自我覺察 也可能變成另一種麻醉 另一張讓 ego 坐上的王座 另一副假裝不是面具的面具 所以現在 我連那個「以為自己看清了」的部分 都不敢再相信 因為也許 這整場對「覺醒」的執迷 只是愚昧 披上了昂貴的語言 「愚昧之巔……」 沒有真正的頂點 「愚昧之巔……」 只有不斷向下的迴圈 「你到底在騙誰……」 當沉默開始說話 「看看裡面……」 那深淵長著牙齒 也許從來就沒有出口 也許我一直拼命往「更高」的地方去 只是因為 我害怕停下來 面對自己 而也許 愚昧之巔 從來不是一座山 只是那個 正在講述這一切的聲音