Pt. 1 - Incubus

There was a time when I was young
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
hint of recognition
There was a time I knew you well enough to know you won't be gone
 [bad word] [bad word] with me tonight

Tell me how it feels to be alive

There was a time I had respect
name, a reputation
There was a time when I could watch myself without being disgraced
 [bad word] [bad word] with me tonight

Let us find a place where we can hide
 [bad word] [bad word] into the light

Let me show you how we stay alive
 [bad word] 

[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 [bad word] 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

Pt. 2 - So Long

minute more
Till the light of day is seen
Lay down
I know you must be nearly there
bloody kiss
And the vision of a dream
For the last of your days in the sun

In the white light I am calm
Yet peculiarly cold
Silent slumber
And wide awake
Lord have mercy on my soul

So long
Your sorrow be gone
Show me how it feels to be alive
No more denial
So long
Let us find a place where we can hide

You fed me long
And by God you fed me well
Sleep tight
This day belongs to you my dear
And I am bound
Like a beast onto its prey
We are one of a kind you and I

Pale moon wander
I'm wide awake
Lord have mercy on my soul

So long
Your sorrow be gone
Show me how it feels to be alive
No more denial
So long
Let us find a place where we can hide

So long
The little last of your attention
Sorrow
This flood to wash your mind
See me
The God of your imagination
Feel [bad word] with me tonight

So long
Your sorrow be gone
Show me how it feels to be alive
No more denial
So long

Pt. 3 - All Is Over

I am the hole in your broken heart
I am the reason we all depart
What if all is over 

Pt. 4 - Dissection

Life in slow review
I see it with my eye
Deeper down and further back
The storm reveals a hidden track
The sun [bad word] through

Down by a lake
As a child
Without a fear
When a mother's warm embrace
Made a haven in the maze
Those were the moments
And these were my days