Texty: Overkill. From The Underground And Below. Genocya.

I'm your destructive pride
Your homegrown, goddamn genocide
The standard behind which you hide
I'm at your door, right by your side so

Go high
Go higher
Go high
Go higher

I'm the hate, the jealousy
I can magnify the agony
The self-destructive qualities
So won't you come and go with me, and

Go high
Go higher
Go high
Go higher

My lack of tolerance nice as you please
My interference put them down at their knees

I am your hopeless, despondent
Your derelic hole
I am your genocide
The mass inflicted cyanide

I am your illness, your ailment

The hole in your soul
I am your genocide
The mass inflicted cyanide

My lack of tolerance nice as you please
My interference put them down at their knees

I am your hopeless, despondent
Your derelic hole
I am your genocide
The mass inflicted cyanide

I am your illness, the ailment
The hole in your soul
I am your genocide
The mass inflicted cyanide

Go high
Go higher
Go high
Go higher
Go high
Go higher
Go high
Go higher
Go