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, a card in celluloid There's no hiding the memory, there's no room to hide The crawlers cover the floor, in the red ochre corridor For my second sight of people, they want lifeblood 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, he dare call us We gotta get him to get out We gotta get him to get out We gotta get him 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're pulled up by the magnet, leaving them free The carpet crawlers, he dare call us We gotta get him to get out We gotta get him to get out We gotta get him 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, he dare call us We gotta get him to get out We gotta get him to get out We gotta get him to get out The porcelain mannequin, with shattered skin Fears attack, and the eager pack lift up their features They carry all they lack, the liquid has congealed We just sit down for the crack, and the tickler takes his tickle back The carpet crawlers, he dare call us We gotta get him to get out We gotta get him to get out We gotta get him to get out We gotta get him to get out We gotta get him to get out The carpet crawlers, he dare call us We gotta get him to get out