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 a friend instead
Over pain, I fear you
You'll then start to hear you
Over an hour, I get to
I hate you and your apathy
You can leave, you can leave I don't want you here
I'm playing this phantomime
But I don't see you showing any signs of fear
Over pain, I fear you
You'll then start to hear you
Over an hour, I get to
This time I'm for real
My pain cannot hear you
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 a friend instead
Over pain, I fear you
You'll then start to hear you
Over an hour, I get to
This time I'm for real
My pain cannot hear you
You will be dead when I'm through
Pain and execution
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
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
I am, I am Israel's Son
Israel's Son I am
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
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