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  • 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 my 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 needle's eye is winking, closing in 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 that 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
    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
    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
    The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack
    The eager pack lift up their pitchers- the 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.
  • 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 my 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 needle's eye is winking, closing in 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 that 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
    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
    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
    The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attack
    The eager pack lift up their pitchers- the 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.