Laser boy I'm called
The one who makes and creates toys
For imaginations to become what they were once
Long before the hourgla** was cast we were ageless
Coloring the phantom ghost of time with our last breath
I Beam, You Beam
I Beam, You Beam
There's nowhere else for love to bury deep herself
Or scorn, the last parting sigh
Of stillborn saintly souls
Arise my love
Eager for the march
Through rainbow arch
I proclaim much
All the ancient fathers rest their heads
In observed watch
Wizards bring a dark curse to the land
With wand in hand
From a book of black words comes the name
Of a lamb slain