Letra de Being Eaten by a Tiger

If I knew the shape of my face before I was born I would not be afraid to die On a mountain or in the city, with insects eating my body I would not be afraid of that In a forest, three brothers came upon a tiger with her cubs They were dying of hunger and fatigue The youngest brother said I will stay here and lay down my body I'll become something good for them to eat And lying there, he was devoured He gazed gladly down upon his flesh as it was torn