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THE CARPET CRAWLERS 1999 歌詞
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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 void
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,
They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needle's eye is winking,
closing 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"
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"
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 heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've" got to get in to get out"
The porcelain mannikin
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"
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 void
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,
They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needle's eye is winking,
closing 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"
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"
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 heed their callers:
"We've got to get in to get out
We've" got to get in to get out"
The porcelain mannikin
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"