Incubus, Incubus, on my shoulder
Incubus, Incubus, whispering in my ear,

"Lust is strong and love is weak,
temperance is dead, and with it's regret, it reeks,
Do you hear the church bells ring? The choir sing?
You are deaf to the truth , accept for the truth you want to hear, that truth I whisper in your ear."

Incubus, Incubus, tell me the truth
Incubus...Incubus, now I hear...

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