Genesis
There is lambswool under my naked feet.
The wool is soft and warm,
-'gives off some kind of heat.
A salamander scurries in the 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 gsture 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 are moving. They are moving in time to a heavy wooden door,
Where the needle's eye is winking, closing to the poor.
The carped 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 sunlightthat takes root in every tree.
They are pulled up by a mgnet, believing they are free.
The carped 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 mannekin with skattered skin fears attack.
The eager pack lift up their pitchers - they carry all their lack.
The liquid has congealed, which has seeped out 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."
(hinzugefügt von Carmen)