Yo Caníbal
Oconnor
I Cannibal
The menu is not understood
But the sauce is abundant
I am a gourmet who smells
Eternally bad
Old compotes that don't give respite
To the cannibal within me
Who is not well received
At a banquet like this
Fortunes are kneaded
Pockets are filled
With dry prey, fake gold
Vermouth
They finish off my brain with bites
Drinking the juice of my heart
And they tell me stories
Of going to sleep
A lamb of my style
A cannibal of my style
I go to the coliseum
To set myself on fire
My streak of a novice
Will never change
Please don't prolong the goodbye
I'm tired of waiting so long
When the fire grows
I want to be there
A lamb of my style
A cannibal of my style
A lamb of my style
A cannibal of my style
Please don't prolong the goodbye
I'm tired of waiting so long
When the fire grows
I want to be there
A lamb of my style
A cannibal of my style
A lamb of my style
A cannibal of my style
