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 memory There's no room to avoid} The crawlers cover the floor In the red ochre corridor For my second sight of people They've more life's 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 You gotta get in to get out There's only one direction In the faces that I see And 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 a magnet Believing they're free The carpet crawlers heed their callers You gotta get in to get out Mild-mannered Supermen Are held in kryptonite And the wise and foolish virgins giggle With there bodies glowing bright And through the door a harvest feast Is lit by candle light It's the bottom of a staircase That spirals out of sight The carpet crawlers heed their callers You gotta get in to get out The porcelain mannequin with shattered skin Fears attack And the eager pack lift up their pitchers That carry all they lack The liquid has congealed Which has seeped out through the crack And the tickler takes his stickler back The carpet crawlers heed their callers You gotta get in to get out