The Carpet Crawlers Lyrics

He returns from his mixed-up memories to the passage he
was previously stuck in. this time he discovers a long
carpeted corridor.

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 theyll find peace.
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
Theres no hiding in my memory.
Theres no room to avoid.

The walls are painted in red ochre and are marked by
strange insignia, some looking like a bulls-eye, others
of birds and boats. further down the corridor, he can
see some people; all kneeling.
Broken sighs and murmurs they struggle, in their slow
motion to move towards a wooden door at the end. having
seen only the inanimate bodies in the grand parade of
lifeless packaging, rael rushe
Talk to them.

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor.
For my second sight of people, theyve more lifeblood
than before.
Theyre moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needles eye is winking, closing in on the
poor.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.

Whats going on? he cries to a muttering monk, who
conceals a yawn and replies its a long time yet before
the dawn. a sphinx-like crawler calls his name saying don
K him, the monk is drunk. each one of us is trying to
reach the top of the stairs, a way out will await us
there. not asking how he can move freely, our hero goes
boldly through the door.
D a table loaded with food, is a spiral staircase going
up into the ceiling.

Theres only one direction in the faces that I see;
Its 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 theyre
free.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve 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 a door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight;
Its the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of
sight.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.

The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears
attack.
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:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.

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