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