Israels Son

Hate, is what I feel for you
And I want you to know that I want you dead
Your late, for the execution
If your not here soon, I'll kill a 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 playin this pantomime
But I don't see ya 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
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
Your late, for the execution
If your 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 cannot hear you
You will be dead when I'm through
Ohhh, ohhhhhh

Pain, and execution
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
In the air

Aaaarrggghhhh
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
Aaaarrggghhhh, yeah