Hate is what I feel for you
And I want you to know that I want you dead.
Your late for the execution
If you're not here soon I'll kill your friend instead
All the pain that 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
Hate is what I feel for you
and I want you to know that I want you dead.
You're late for the execution
and 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
This time I'm for real
my pain cannot heal
you will be dead when I'm through
Pain and execution
Put your hands in the air,
Put your hamds in 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.
-Silverchair
