Tuning 歌词

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