Carpet Crawlers

There is lambswool 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 golden 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 void

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor

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

They're moving, they're moving in time to a heavy wooden door

Where the needles 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

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

It's upward to the ceiling, where the chambers 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 candlelight

It's the bottom of a 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 mannequin with shattered 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