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