The Carpet Crawlers
There is lambswool under my naked feetThe wool is soft and warm- Gives off some kind of heatA salamander scurries into flame to be destroyedImaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloidThe fleas cling to the golden fleeceHoping they'll find peaceEach thought and gesture are caught in celluloidThere's no hiding in memoryThere's no room to avoid
The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridorFor my second sight of people, they've more lifeblood than beforeThey're moving in time to a heavy wooden doorWhere the needle's eye is winking, closing on the poorThe carpet crawlers heed their callers:"We've got to get in to get outWe've got to get in to get outWe've got to get in to get out"
There's only one direction in the faces that I seeIt's upward to the ceiling, where the chamber's said to beLike the forest fight for sunlight, that takes root in every treeThey are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're freeThe carpet crawlers heed their callers:"We've got to get in to get outWe've got to get in to get outWe'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 brightThrough the door a harvest feast is lit by candlelightIt's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sightThe carpet crawlers heed their callers:"We've got to get in to get outWe've got to get in to get outWe've got to get in to get out"
The porcelain mannikin with shattered skin fears attackAnd the eager pack lift up their pitchers - they carry all they lackThe liquid has congealed, which has seeped out through the crackAnd the tickler takes his sticklebackThe carpet crawlers heed their callers:"We've got to get in to get outWe've got to get in to get outWe've got to get in to get out ... "