Full of hype, the children of corn,
Inverted crosses hanging 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 a lesser being,
Hellcorn - it doesn't make the truth disappear,
Hellcorn - Satan's all you sing about,
Hellcorn - hide your fears,
Hellcorn - you serve a lesser being,
Hellcorn - it doesn't make the truth disappear.
On an on, your wore the gimmick out,
You limit yourselves, and make us sick,
Ignoring the needs of souls in search of peace,
Babble on about a horror flick.
Hellcorn - Satan's all you sing about,
Hellcorn - hide your fears,
Hellcorn - you serve a lesser being,
Hellcorn - it doesn't make the truth disappear,
Hellcorn - Satan's all you sing about,
Hellcorn - hide your fears,
Hellcorn - you serve a lesser being,
Hellcorn - it doesn't make the truth disappear.
Why must you ruin our shows?
Speaking bold the blasphemies,
Why don't you shut your mouth?
You profit from deceit,
Why must you ruin our shows?
Speaking bold the blasphemies,
Why don't you shut your mouth?
You profit from deceit.