Dali's Car
"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...
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...