HELLCORN

Words: Salomon, Johnson

Music: Johnson

Album: The Crucified

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 and 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 blasphemes

Why don’t you shut your mouth?

You profit from deceit