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