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Текст (слова) песни: Overkill - 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
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