I heard my wife cry out in fright,
As I rushed to her aid...

The name’s Benjamin Jacob Grimm,
An’ I’m from Yancy Street...

Walking through a world
Where love is real...

Everything that was created,
Was formed with a design...

America was built upon
Ideals that are all but gone...

Within a lab across the sea,
They formed a plan for you and me...

My wife got this invitation.
Said we needed a vacation...

He came to testify to you,
That you not walk as others do...

I feel the curtain descending,
My days growing fewer...

If doctors found a cure for aging,
Would you take it...

Life is filled with uncertainty
As dangers come and go...

This is the story of a boy,
Who had an invisible friend...