Carpet Crawlers

♫ ♪ ♫ There is lambs wool under my naked feet
The wool is soft and warm
Gives off some kind of heat
A salamander scurries into fame 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 on the poor. ♫ ♫ ♪ ♪