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The Carpet Crawlers

Genesis

Atlantic Rock & Roll Box

1991

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

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

flipped world 
Brought here by fate

Whether the harvest feast of light 
Or a festival of blood 
Time harmonizes laughs and screams
Death once dead,

a harvest feast
Is lit by candlelight
It's the bottom of a staircase
It spirals out of sight

The carpet crawlers heed their callers
We've gotta get in to get

Didn't take long to sing our love
Was a harvest feast, was a hand to glove
When winter came you couldn't stand to sit
You just the same never burnt but

make my beats, I the realest on the streets 
Christmas time ain't muffin time done with all the harvest feasts 
All of you slackers can't finish things,

make my beats, I the realest on the streets 
Christmas time ain't muffin time done with all the harvest feasts 
All of you slackers can't finish things,

Flow is gold like oil in the Middle East
Catch me sitting at the table with the sultan at the harvest feast
Never see me at my least, even on the streets

We have our ways, our ways find means
The Winter King and his harvest feast

Burn the wood man! Make him dead
Kill the thing he represents
Hoist him

By the time I got back to my mountain
Was uninvited from the harvest feast
Torn up and tired, so dejected
Hit the road to shuffle my feet

Ain't

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

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:

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:

the door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight
Its the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight

The carpet crawlers heed their callers
We've got

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

and a groan
You walk that road
Until you reach your goal

If you walk to the beach
To swim in the sea
And harvest a feast
Of green seaweed
It's like a dream

HAIL!

Sacred thoughts are set to word
Raise your horns and toast to Sumbel

Hail to our virtues of nine without treason
Hail to the harvest and the feast

a shell
Wearing skin
Bring you back to the soul farm
And start you again
Now the veil's
Wearing thin
The harvest
Must begin
Feast on thought
Lust for sin