Текст песни Israels 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

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

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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