Testo di Z-Day

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 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