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