full of hype

the children of the corn

inverted crosses hangin' from your ears

you run at the mouth

and ruin our shows

you sing about death to hide your fears



hellcorn - satan's all you sing about

hellcorn - hide your fears

hellcorn - you serve the lesser being

hellcorn - doesn't make the truth disappear



on an on

you wore the gimmick out

you limit yourselves, and make us sick

ignoring the needs

of souls in search of peace

to babble on about a horror flick



why must you ruin our shows?

speaking bold the blasphemies

why don't you shut your mouth?

you profit from deceit