The Carpet Crawlers Songtext
von Ray Wilson

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 theyll find peace
Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
Theres no hiding in my memory
Theres no room to void
The crawlers cover the floor in the red ochre corridor
For my second sight of people, theyve more lifeblood than before
Theyre moving. Theyre moving in time to a heavy wooden door
Where the needles eye is winking, closing in on the poor
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out
Theres only one direction in the faces that I see
Its 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 theyre free
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve 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 candlight
Its the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight
The carpet crawlers heed their callers:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve 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:
Weve got to get in to get out
Weve got to get in to get out.