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