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