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...