"Yeah... 3:00 AM in the kitchen... He’s not eating the food... He’s eating the fridge..." [Verse 1] Biting through the counter top, chewing on the steel Swallowing the silverware like it is a meal Basket full of apples vanished in a gulp Crushing all the plates down into powdered pulp Bottomless abyss inside, hunger like a hole Dining on the cabinets, losing all control They put him in a ward, tried keeping him tied down He ate the chart and linens, anything around Not a single crumb remains, staring at the floor Pulling out the hinges, now he’s eating up the door! [Chorus] Tarrare at the midnight buffet! Teeth like a saw blade, throwing it away! Psychedelic pulses in the black! Nothing in this universe can hold his hunger back! "Pass the napkins... and the plate." [Verse 2] Live snakes, cork stoppers, swallowing the keys Licking up the spilled grease, dropping to his knees Metabolic wildfire burning through his veins A man made of hunger snapping through the chains Got a phantom in the kitchen with a gaping jaw Stepping over every single natural law He does not want a recipe, he does not want a snack He wants the whole estate and he is never turning back! [Bridge] Is he full yet? ... No. Did he eat the cutlery? ... Yes. Where is the cat? ... "Don’t ask." [Chorus] Tarrare at the midnight buffet! Teeth like a saw blade, throwing it away! Psychedelic pulses in the black! Nothing in this universe can hold his hunger back! [Outro] Microtonal crunch... Empty kitchen... Out!
