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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 | 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 | We've got to get in to get out.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers | We've got to get in to get out | We've got to get in to get out.[endtext]
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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 avoid.
The crawlers cover the floor in the red ocher 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 chamber's 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 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 ocher 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 chamber's 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 | 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 | We've got to get in to get out.
The carpet crawlers heed their callers | We've got to get in to get out | We've got to get in to get out.
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