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...   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...   Plant your tree of hidden dreams   Beneath your fears that burst the seams   The consummate growth will break your bones   Become a tree, become a tree, secure, alone   Here sits...   Pluck out the roots of buried truth   Ride the bean that passes through   The consummate growth will break your bones   Become a tree, secure, alone...