Silver Chair - Iisrael's Son | Текст песни

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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 too

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 too
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
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 too
This time I'm for real
My pain cannot heal
You will be dead whem I'm through
Oooohhh, Oooohhhhhhhh

Pain, and execution
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
Yeah...

Aaaahhhhhh!!!

I am Israel's Son
Israel's Son
Put your hands in the air
Put your hands in the air
Aaaaaahhhhh!!!
Yeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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