Poetry For The Poisoned - 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 [Chorus:] 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 [Chorus:] Come with me tonight Let us find a place where we can hide [Chorus:] Come into the light Let me show you how we stay alive [Instrumental] [Spoken:] The word incubus means to lie on, And it was believed that any having 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 level, Was believed to account of this phenomenon
Artist: Kamelot
Title: Poetry For The Poisoned