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  • 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 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 avoid
    The crawlers cover the floor
    In the red ocher corridor
    For my second sight of people
    They've more life blood than before
    They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door
    Where the needle's eye is winking
    Closing on the poor
    The carpet crawlers heed their callers
    We've gotta get in to get out
    We've gotta get in to get out
    We've gotta 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 gotta get in to get out
    We've gotta get in to get out
    We've gotta 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 gotta get in to get out
    We've gotta get in to get out
    We've gotta 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 gotta get in to get out
    We've gotta get in to get out
    We've gotta get in to get out
    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
    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
    We've got to get in to get out
    We've got to get in to get out
    The carpet crawlers heed their callers
  • 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 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 avoid
    The crawlers cover the floor
    In the red ocher corridor
    For my second sight of people
    They've more life blood than before
    They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door
    Where the needle's eye is winking
    Closing on the poor
    The carpet crawlers heed their callers
    We've gotta get in to get out
    We've gotta get in to get out
    We've gotta 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 gotta get in to get out
    We've gotta get in to get out
    We've gotta 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 gotta get in to get out
    We've gotta get in to get out
    We've gotta 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 gotta get in to get out
    We've gotta get in to get out
    We've gotta get in to get out
    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
    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
    We've got to get in to get out
    We've got to get in to get out
    The carpet crawlers heed their callers