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