Hate is what I feel for you,

And I want you to know that I want you dead.

You're late for the execution...

If you're not here soon, I'll kill your friend instead.



All the pain I feel

Couldn't start to heal

Although I would like it to



I hate you and your apathy.

You can leave, you can leave, I don't want you here.

I'm playing this pantomime,

But I don't see you showing any signs of fear.



All the pain I feel

Couldn't start to heal

Although I would like it to

This time I'm for real

My pain can not heal

You will be dead when I'm through



Pain and execution

Put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air

The air... yeah



I am, I am Israel's son

Israel's son I am

Put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air




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