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 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 when I had respect
A name of 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 night
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 nocturnal intercourse with you. Given the religious fervor of the Middle Ages, it is not altogether surprising that the idea of a demon lover was believed to account for this phenomenon.]