| Song | Create and Melt |
| Artist | Dali's Car |
| Album | The Waking Hour |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Karn | |
| 作词 : Murphy | |
| 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 |
| zuo qu : Karn | |
| zuo ci : Murphy | |
| 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 |
| zuò qǔ : Karn | |
| zuò cí : Murphy | |
| 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 |