"Yeah... 3:00 AM in the kitchen... He’s not eating the food... He’s eating the fridge..." [Verse 1] Biting through the porcelain, chewing on the spoons Swallowing the cutlery under flickering moons Basket full of apples eaten in a single gulp Crushing all the glassware into silver-tinted pulp Unappeasable appetite, stomach like a hole Devouring the kitchen counter, losing all control They put him in a hospital, tried to keep him bound He ate the chart, the bandages, anything he found Not a single morsel left, staring at the floor Unscrew the hinges, he is eating up the door! [Chorus] Tarrare at the midnight buffet! Teeth like a saw blade, throwing it away! Neutral seconds schuren door de nacht! Niemand die zijn honger ooit tot stilstand bracht! "Pass the napkins... and the plate." [Verse 2] Live snakes, cork stoppers, swallowing the keys Licking up the spilled grease, falling to his knees Metabolic wildfire burning through the veins A man made of hunger, breaking through the chains Got a phantom in the kitchen with a gaping jaw Ignoring every single biological law He doesn't want a recipe, he doesn't want a snack He wants the whole estate and he’s never going 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! Neutral seconds schuren door de nacht! Niemand die zijn honger ooit tot stilstand bracht! [Outro] Microtonal crunch... Empty kitchen... Out!
