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
Through a heavy wooden door
Where the needles 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 mannequin
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