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