I stick my tooth in the clock
When I feel that another tide?s coming
Liquid wax on the bone white table
Some marks of food left under to rot

Spider webs of green so willing to bite
My green stomach is revolting now its no place to hide

I must find the computer
And connect myself with the routes of blood
In the surreal world I?m superreal
And the returning is always so hard

Am I a snack for the green-eyed chair
I found the fridge but the green coffee is already
there
Green chicken dancing on the kitchen floor
Some seconds pass and I am green, fuck more!

My eyes are green My skin is green
Smell this time I?ll give you a ride

That?s when I?m tuning myself to this place
I?m tuning myself to you

I stick my tooth in the clock
When I feel that another tide?s coming
Liquid wax on the bone white table
Some marks of food left under to rot

Spider webs of green so willing to bite
My green stomach is revolting now its no place to hide

Green chicken dancing on the kitchen floor
Some seconds pass and I am green, fuck more!

That?s when I?m tuning myself to this place
I?m tuning myself to you