It is like Russian roulette, you see No one knows for sure who the father is It is better that way, rules carved in stone Once you are in you are never out A very handsome group of men They know the talk and how to behave Intoxicated and blunted by abundance A strong group that never sees, hears or talks Exist to feed; Exist to breed Once a month they meet to fine dine The feast consists of endangered species Delicacies that would put your away for a long time Consuming the last piece of a dying breed On the solemn annual meeting Served the most exclusive possible The meat of an eight-week old human It is not about this meal; it's always about more Exist to feed; Exist to breed Every part carefully prepared Muscles, intestines, brain and genitals Arranged to its original appearance The main course, their own flesh and blood They possess a breeding queen in a warehouse In custody with only one simple function The holy period of fertilization They all gather in the dark to seed Everybody taking turns, exploding inside It is like Russian roulette, you see No one knows for sure who the father is It is better that way, rules carved in stone Once you are in you are never out Exist to feed; Exist to breed