Lay on my bed
Stare into the blackness of the night
Knowing nothing will ever be "alright"
Cold with lies
Stare into my eyes
The one to end my evil perfection
Will be born of cesarean section
Now you look amazed
The children of the corn was born from your twisted ass ways
Step outside
and feel the cold rush of air up upon your body
See blue lights in the distance
Children of the corn are here to stay
They are no children but they do wanna play
Children of the corn Getting closer now
Old woman in rocking chair mocking what you say
Laughing cause they're here to stay
So take me away
Children of the corn was born
Born from your twisted ass ways
You better check my pulse cause I don;t look amazed...
