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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
