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