Lucid dreamer, where will you stand
As 4am rolls by,
When then baleful inquisition starts
To slow your barely beating heart?
Lucid dreamer, how are the melodies,
Sweetly sung to you by your adversaries?
By the puppet's strings you're pulled along,
Headfirst into pools of wrong.
Molding figures, conjuring worlds
May fulfill your wants now,
But wait a bit and then you'll see
The overwhelming anxiety
That pulls you from your volitional sleep
While your body rests, but your brain is awake.
It's now that you start to hallucinate
Of masked men and Satan's gates.
And when you lurch up in a cold sweat,
You'll seek refuge in insomnia.
Lucid dreamer, was it really worth it
To control your subconscious fate?
