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