Man in Mexico

I met a man in Mexico 

Who was lost and didn't know where to go

His skin was white as snow

He seemed to had seen something bad

That made him awfully sad

To which he cried for his dad

And he heard nothing back

He saw a man attacked

By a human 

With there teeth 

And bare hands 

He drink the blood like it was wine

And all that time

He was just looking in the mirror 

watching himself perform it all

See the man in Mexico 

Was a cannibal

Desperately looking for his companion 

The name was a young Hannibal