The jungle swings
The [bad word] Among the trees
Across the river [bad word] to me
My heartbeat stumbles
Your roots are deep
My voice’s a whisper.

Oh, cannibal, my sweet cannibal
Take me to dance in your carnival
Craving spices, devouring fire
There’s in camp, burning desire.

Your lips are soft
Your teeth are sharp
Your feet so quick
Your sound so gentle
Our dancing [bad word] soothing your [bad word] dance, my [bad word] chain, my angel

Oh, cannibal, my sweet cannibal
I’m in love, but I’m not anymore
My flesh is thin
My heart is beating (or bitter)
My bones and my skin are chilling

Oh, cannibal, my sweet cannibal
I’m NOT in love, but I love even more
My flesh is the ?
My hurt is bitter
My bones are driving my skin through (or per) ?

I’m too ?
I’m kicking ... I’m drinking stuff
My skin is salty
I need your anger
I kill in my bed
Now it’s the time for faint farewell

Oh, cannibal, my sweet cannibal
My sister, my brother, my ego
I can see so much pain in your eyes
hurting burn without the knives

Oh, cannibal, my sweet cannibal
My sister, my brother, my ego
I can see so much pain in your eyes
harming (?) bird that life denies