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Israel's Son

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.

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 cannot heal
You will be dead when I'm through.
All the pain I feel
Couldn't start to heal
Although I would like it to.

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

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