Z-Day Lyrics
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Album | Swallow Swouming Mass(1993) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Death Metal |
Labels | Cyber Music |
Album rating : 75 / 100
Votes : 2
Votes : 2
4. Z-Day (5:19)
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
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
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Swallow Swouming Mass - Lyrics
Swallow Swouming Mass - Album Credits
Members
- Vincent Scheerman : Guitars, Vocals
- Philip Nugteren : Guitars
- Ricardo Etman : Bass
- Edwin De Waard : Drums