Yo, caníbal

The menu is not understood
But the sauce abounds
I am a gourmet who smells eternally bad
Old compotes that give no respite
To the cannibal in me
That is not welcome at such a banquet

Fortunes are amassed, pockets are lined
Of dry prey, of false gold of vermouth
They bite my brains out
Drinking the juice of my heart
And they tell me stories when I go to sleep

To a lamb of my style
To a cannibal of my style

I'm going to the Colosseum to set myself on fire
My rookie streak will never change
Please! Don't let the goodbye be long
I got tired of waiting so long
When the fire grows I want to be there

A lamb of my style
To a cannibal of my style
A lamb of my style
To a cannibal of my style