The Carpet Crawlers (The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway)

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 my 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 lifeblood than before.
They’re moving in time to a heavy wooden
door,
Where the needle’s eye is winking, closing
in 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
chambers said to be.
Like the forest fight for sunlight,
that takes root in every tree.
They are pulled up by the magnet, believing
they’re free.
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.

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 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
We’ve got to get in to get out.

The porcelain manikin with shattered
skin fears attack.
The eager pack lift up their pitchers
they 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:
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.