Carpet Crawlers

There is lamb's wool under my naked feet

The wool is soft and warm gives off some kind of heat

A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed

Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid

The fleas cling to the goldon fleece

Hoping they'll find peace

Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid

There's no hiding in memory

There's no room to avoid

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridore

For my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than before

They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door

Wehre the needle's eye is winking, closing on the poor

the carpet crawlers heed their callers

"We've got to get in to get out

We've got to get in to get out

We've got to get in to get out"

There's only one direction in the faces that I see

It's upward to the ceiling, where the chamber's said to be

Like the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every tree

They are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free

The carpet crawlers heed their callers

"We've got to get in to get out

We've got to get in to get out

We've got to get in to get out."

Mild-mannered supermen are held in kryptonite

And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright

Through the door a harvest feast is lit by candle light

It's the bottom of the staircase that spirals out of sight

The carpet crawlers heed their callers

"We've got to get in to get out

We've got to get in to get out

We've got to get in to get out."

The porcelain mannikin with shatterd skin fears attack

And the eager pack lift up their pitchers-they carry all they lack

The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crack

And the tickler takes his stickleback

The carpet crawlers heed their callers

"We've got to get in to get out

We've got to get in to get out

We've got to get in to get out ..."

[repeat and fade]