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Hebrews (Hebrew: עברים or עבריים, Tiberian ʿIḇrîm, ʿIḇriyyîm; Modern Hebrew ʿIvrim, ʿIvriyyim; ISO 259-3 ʕibrim, ʕibriyim) is an ethnonym used in the Hebrew Bible. It is mostly taken as synonymous with the Semitic Israelites, especially in the pre-monarchic period when they were still nomadic, but in some instances it may also be used in a wider sense, referring to the groups known as Habiru or Shasu on the eve of the Bronze Age collapse.
By the Roman era, Greek Hebraios could refer to the Jews in general, but more specifically to the Jews living in Judea. In Early Christianity, the Greek term refers to Jewish Christians, as opposed to the gentile Christians (Acts 6:1).
The origin of the term remains uncertain. The biblical word Ivri (Hebrew: עברי), meaning to traverse or pass over, is usually rendered as Hebrew in English, from the ancient Greek Ἑβραῖος and Latin Hebraeus. In the plural it is Ivrim, or Ibrim.
In Genesis 10:21 Shem, the elder brother of Ham and Japheth, first born son of Noah, is referred to as the father of the sons of Eber (עבר), which may have a similar meaning.
I believe in God but I've no reason to follow.
Lost my virginity to myself, I'm just sparks and meat.
I believe in love, but I'm gassy, dank and hollow.
I'd rather drink, smoke, die young, be reborn and repeat.
I belong in jail, but I lied my way to heaven,
With a wife who hasn't learned that I'm Satan yet.
I want to burn my art, so I can carve one twee and modern,
But I'll just serenade the chemicals. It's the cure that's hardly medical.
Six, six, six, I need a fix.
Never better, I'm a little bit sick.
I hold a grudge and a burden.
I hold a tongue and an organ.
Bang, bang, bang, I hit and ran,
Left my inner child dead in the drain.
I hold the fire and the hunger.
I hold the name and the number: six, six, six.
Unimpressed by the symmetry of death.
Drown in butter 'til there's no hope left.
It's alright.
You think I'm worthy of your wandering eye?
I'm just a strung out, overweight Jewish guy.
So Lord, help me.
Six, six, six, I need a fix.
Never better, I'm a little bit sick.
I hold a grudge and a burden.
I hold a tongue and an organ.
Bang, bang, bang, I hit and ran,
Left my inner child dead in the drain.
I hold the fire and the hunger.
I hold the name and the number: six, six, six.
[Andy Hull:]
You don't want to make, me come down.
You're trying to let it go, and opening your mouth.
You won't win.
You will bow down.
So let it go, no.
So let it go now.
[Max Bemis:]
All I want is to dethrone God, so I can be crucified
Crucified, crucified.
All I want! All I want! All I want! All I want!