Tekst
Wish me well
I'm on my way to seek a savage colony
Some would call them man-eaters
The cannibals could be our saviors
The Cannibals are hungry
We will feed them with our foes
Clones are so abundant
Bodies we cannot dispose
The Cannibals are hungry
Let them feast on man-made bones
The odds are set against us
We cannot afford to lose
We sail, we swim
Remote island
We come in peace
They stare, they scream
We fear not
We march in ropes
We've lost all hope
Bound to a spit
The flames are lit
We fear not
Drawn up to roast so they can eat us alive
This is my chance to negotiate
How would you like an endless supply of food for life?
Take this technology and become the richest men alive
Cannibals are hungry
We will end the famine
Deal is signed in our blood
It cannot be broken
Cannibals are hungry
We will end the famine