Poetry for the Poisoned, Part I: Incubus - Kamelot

There was a time when I was young

A boy with bold ambitions

There was a time when I could tell

The crooked from the wicked one

There was a song that someone sung

A hint of recognition

There was a time I knew you well enough

To know you won't be gone

Come with me tonight

Tell me how it feels to be alive

There was a time I had respect

A name, a reputation

There was a time when I could

Watch myself without being disgraced

Come with me tonight

Let us find a place where we can hide

Come into the light

Let me show you how we stay alive

The word incubus means to lie on

And it was believed that any heavy feeling in bed

Such as a weight pressing down on your chest

Especially accompanied by nightmares

Was a sure sign that an incubus had attempted

To have a nocturnal intercourse with you

Given the religious fervor of the middle ages

There's not all together surprising

That the idea of a demon lover

Was believed to account of this phenomenon