Almost crazy, they're almost crazy;
They'll join me soon enough.
Watch them climbing up through the vines.
The thorns are just too much.

Climbing higher, the thorns get wider.
The vines they feed off blood.
They don't know what's at the top;
They only know that it's worth their lives.

A bold endeavor. They're all so clever,
But only few will make it out.
Put together a team to climb the
Next vine once they finish here.

Almost crazy, they're almost crazy;
They'll join me soon enough.
Almost crazy, they're almost crazy;
They'll join me soon enough.