Preacher:
It's not a dream, and it's not your imagination.

I'm liying in my bedroom, restlees at night
And feeling someones's liying next to my side.
I hear a heavy breathing:
Someone's next to me and watching me!

Incubus:
Sweet dreams, [bad word] to me!
Your flesh is weak!

I sense and I know it's presence yet I'm asleep!
Someone's preying upon my sleeping mind.
Whispering, calling, desiring,
And squeezing with all its might, it's trying
To take over me and choke me!

The nightmare stasis me in a freezing grip,
I sense cold fingers crawling, taking a grip.
This spirit's lurking in my sleep
And givin in I'll sleep forever more!

Incubus:
Sweet dreams, [bad word] to me!
Your flesh is weak!

I sense and I know it's presence yet I'm asleep!
Someone's preying upon my sleeping mind.
Whispering, calling, desiring,
And squeezing with all its might, it's trying
To take over me and choke me!

Preacher:
The flesh is weak. Walk in the Spirit, and ye shall not fultfill the lust of the flesh.

I sense and I know it's presence yet I'm asleep!
Someone's preying upon my sleeping mind.
Whispering, calling, desiring,
And squeezing with all its might, it's trying
To take over me and choke me!