Genesis
The Carpet Crawlers Lyrics

There is lamb's wool under my naked feet.
The floor is covered with soft and warm wool.

The wool gives off some kind of heat.
The wool is warm and comforting.

A salamander scurries into flame to be destroyed.
A creature rushes to its death in flames.

Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on celluloid.
Fantasy creatures are captured on film at the moment of creation.

The fleas cling to the golden fleece, hoping they'll find peace.
Small creatures cling to riches in the hopes of finding contentment.

Each thought and gesture are caught in celluloid.
All actions and emotions are recorded on film.

There's no hiding in memory, there's no room to avoid.
The past cannot be hidden or escaped.

The crawlers cover the floor in the red ocher corridor.
The carpet crawlers move through a red hallway.

For my second sight of people, they've more life blood than before.
The people appear more alive and energetic than before.

They're moving in time to a heavy wooden door where the needle's eye is winking, closing on the poor.
People move towards a closed door with a small opening, which appears to be closing on the less fortunate.

There's only one direction in the faces that I see, it's upward to the ceiling where the chamber's said to be.
People's faces all look towards the ceiling, indicating that the important destination is above.

Like the forest fight for sunlight that takes root in every tree.
People struggle to reach the light like trees in a forest.

They are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free.
People are drawn towards the bright light, believing that they are in control of their own destiny.

Mild-mannered supermen are held in kryptonite, and the wise and foolish virgins giggle with their bodies glowing bright.
Even the strong and virtuous are held back by their weaknesses, while others revel in their recklessness.

Through the door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight, it's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight.
A tantalizing feast illuminates a hidden spiral stairway behind a door.

The porcelain mannequin with shattered skin fears attack, and the eager pack lift up their pitchers they carry all they lack.
A fragile image fears for its safety while others rush to protect their own interests.

The liquid has congealed which has seeped out through the crack, and the tickler takes his stickleback.
A substance has solidified after leaking through a small opening, and someone takes advantage of this situation.

We've got to get in to get out.
We must enter in order to leave and move forward.

The carpet crawlers heed their callers.
People follow those who call for them to move forward.