Z-day Lyrics

Z-day we must surge your brain

With a little scalpel so you feel the pain

With an old saw we open your skull

Blood is dripping your eyes full

Now it's your time, it's your turn

A problem with your hair so we must burn

Every hair from your head

Next your notice is you're dead

So now your rising from the dead

Looking in the mirror a deformed head

In subconscious, you hear the voice

Programmed to kill, your only choice

Destroy all living, create a hell

Killing feels good, you're feeling well

Burn the churches, your first order yet

Hell on earth is what you get
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Z-day we must surge your brain

With a little scalpel so you feel the pain

With an old saw we open your skull

Blood is dripping your eyes full

Now it's your time, it's your turn

A problem with your hair so we must burn

Every hair from your head

Next your notice is you're dead

So now your rising from the dead

Looking in the mirror a deformed head

In subconscious, you hear the voice

Programmed to kill, your only choice

Destroy all living, create a hell

Killing feels good, you're feeling well

Burn the churches, your first order yet

Hell on earth is what you get