The Carpet Crawlers 1999

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

Dig 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 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

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 a forest fire for sunlight

That takes root in every tree

They are pulled up by the magnet

Believing they are free

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

The carpet crawlers heed their callers

We've got to get in to get out

We've got to get in to get out

To get out

We got to get in to get out

We got to get in to get out

We got to get in to get out

We got to get in to get out

We got to get in to get out

We got to get in to get out

Get in to get out

Got to get in to get out

Got to get in to get out