Preacher: "It's not a dream, and it's not your imagination."
I'm lying in my bedroom restless at nights And feeling someone's lying next to my side. I hear a heavy breathing, Someone's next to me and watching me!
Incubus: Sweet dreams, now come to me. Your flesh is weak!
I sense and know its prescence 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 and choke me!
A Nightmare seizes me in a freezing grip I feel cold fingers running, taking a grip. This spirit's lurking in my sleep And giving in I'll sleep forevermore!
Incubus: Sweet dreams, now come to me. Your flesh is weak!
I sense and know its prescence yet I'm asleep! Someone is 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 fulfil the lust of the flesh!
I sense and know its prescence yet I'm asleep! Someone is preying upon my sleeping mind! Whispering, calling, desiring and squeezing with all its might it's trying to take over me and choke me!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
