Lucid Dreams VI: Hands of Death

Oh, hello there
It is nice seeing you
Even though I have brought you here

Don't mind the hands
They are happy to see you, too
Be minded they are everywhere

Relax
They may not get you
MAY not

Enjoy yourself
Drift of to sleep
There is no escape

You hand will join them
When I awake, this dream will end
And, so will you

These hands are the hands of those that came before
Allowing them to become the hands of death
This is your cradle now

There is no escape

The hands have will drag you down, now