Poetry for the Poisoned, Pt. I: Incubus

Letra de Poetry for the Poisoned, Pt. I: Incubus

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 oneThere 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 goneCome with me tonight Tell me how it feels to be aliveThere was a time I had respect, a name, a reputation There was a time when I could watch myself without being disgracedCome 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, It it is not at all together surprising That the idea of a demon lover, Was believed to account of this phenomenon."