Somewhere in my recollection
I recall a very young man sitting on his hands and knees, sitting there so submissively
He was clawing at the dirt
He held up a single bloodied finger to the sky and he said
He looked at me and said

Crazy, you think I'm crazy? I'll show you crazy!
Y'know I love this shit!
I just might keep digging down until I break through solid ground
Crazy, you think I'm crazy? I'll show you
Crazy!"
"It's obvious, you're halfway down a hole that seeks to bury you!"
He had no response
Keep digging, boy!

So there I stood, high upon my pedestal
Just shouting for disaster
Sreaming for disaster
The ground beneath me giving way, the shouting's getting louder!
The young man slowly fades away
And in his place anew
There stands a... Carbon!
Copy clone of the man!
That stands before you

Keep digging, boy
Keep digging dirt!

Crazy, you think I'm crazy? I'll show you crazy!
It's obvious, you've clearly no idea who you are
And who you're talking to

My god??!!! What have my hands done?
Covered in sin, covered in bloody sand
Wash away the blood, begin again!
Keep digging dirt