Israel's Son

I am, I am Israel's son
All the pain I feel

Pain and execution
If you're not here soon, I'll kill your friend instead

You're late for the execution
You will be dead when I'm through, through, through

You will be dead when I'm through
My pain can not heal
Although I would like it to
I hate you and your apathy
Put your hands in the air
My pain can not heal
And I want you to know that I want you dead
This time I'm for real
Hate is what I feel for you

You're late for the execution
All the pain I feel
Put your hands in the air
This time I'm for real
Couldn't start to heal

If you're not here soon, I'll kill your friend instead
Couldn't start to heal
Israel's son I am

I'm playing this pantomime
But I don't see you showing any signs of fear

Put your hands in the air
All the pain I feel
Put your hands in the air
You can leave, you can leave, I don't want you here
Although I would like it to
Israel's son I am
I am, I am Israel's son
Put your hands in the air
Couldn't start to heal
The air, yeah

Although I would like it to