We are the children of the crows you couldn't scare
We take this field just like others everywhere
The man you stuffed with straw and crucified out there
Will never be enough to stop this murder most fair
We circle round n round, blanketing the sky
We stare your sacrifice right in the eye
We raze your fields as you just sit and cry
We run this bitch and we will never die
We are the Cornfield Murder baby now it's time
To pick and choose our victims going line by line
Not a kernel spared, it is the perfect crime
Grovel at our talons as you hear this rhyme! (x2)