Israel's 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

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

This time I'm for real

My pain can not heal

You will be dead when I'm through, through, 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

I am, I am Israel's son

Israel's son I am

Put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air