He returns from his mixed up memories to the passage he was previously stuck in
This time he discovers a long carpeted corridor
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 walls are painted in red ocher and are marked by strange insignia some looking like a bulls eye others of birds and boats
Further down the corridor he can see some people all kneeling
Broken sighs and murmurs they struggle in their slow motion to move towards a wooden door at the end
Having seen only the inanimate bodies in the grand parade of lifeless packaging rael rushe
Talk to them
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 to 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
What's going on he cries to a muttering monk who conceals a yawn and replies it's a long time yet before the dawn
A sphinx like crawler calls his name saying don
K him the monk is drunk
Each one of us is trying to reach the top of the stairs a way out will await us there
Not asking how he can move freely our hero goes boldly through the door
D a table loaded with food is a spiral staircase going up into the ceiling
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 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
