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