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
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 derelict 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 on their knees
I am your hopeless, despondent
Your derelict 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