Create and Melt

It isn't a dream, you only heard yourself

The means of your life, create and melt

In front of you, beneath closed lids

The path to freedom, Nirvana, here sits

Here sits... here sits... here sits

Nirvana calls from behind the wall

The wall that you built, with you will fall

If not for trust with infected hands

The secret shore will come, come to hand

Here sits... here sits... here sits

Plant your tree of hidden dreams

Beneath your fears that burst the seams

The consumate growth will break your bones

Become a tree, become a tree, secure, alone

Here sits... here sits... here sits

Pluck out the roots of buried truth

Ride the bean that passes through

The consumate growth will break your bones

Become a tree, secure, alone

Become a tree, secure, alone

Become a tree, secure, alone