israel son

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 [Chorus] 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