Israels Son - 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
You're late for the execution
If you're not here soon I'll kill a friend instead
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