Exist to Feed - Centinex

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

Exist to feed, exist to breed

Once a month they meet to fine dine

The feast consists of endangered species

Delicacies that would put you 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 the meal, it’s always about more

Exist to feed, exist to breed

Exist to feed, exist to breed

Every part carefully prepared

Muscles, intestines, brain and genitals

Arranged to its origina 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

Exist to feed, exist to breed