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