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