Lord of the Incubus

Hey mister won’t you tell me
What is it that you see
Is there something over there
We’re all too blind to see
I hope it’s not old Juggernaut
Who’s come to feel his way
From things I’ve read
Perhaps you’ve heard
He’s death wrapped up in grey
It seems unwise to dexologise
When you don’t know what’s for sure
Be my friend and tell me please
Is it death or is it more?
He looks a lot like a phoenix flop
But he seems a friend to you
We don’t know what’s happening here
Please tell us what to do?
Come all aboard this crumbling ship
If you want to take my trips
For those of you who crawl in doubt
Least you scream within without
Conceal that artificial fuss
Do not neglect his eyes have sussed
For he’s the Lord of the Incubus
And in his mind his dreams bring lust