With my perceptions in a mix

Down twenty miles through the sticks

To the cloudy town of Hellview: Population 96



Excessive vacancy, well maybe

In the shadow of an eye

All the strangers passing through

Where the rules just don't apply



At the fork turn left a store

But on the right stay free from sight

'Cause 96 quite bitter beings

Like to stack the bodies high



The only way to ever leave is

Overflooded by the storm

And entanglement in Hellview

Brings you fear in fifty forms

They've deleted all the tourists

At the bottom of the lake

And not one supports the cause

To leave the blood stay in the veins



Here, three miles back is where we are

All we ever wanted was an answer

Civilized are close but way too far

All we ever wanted was an answer



Footprints giving clue to where we are

All we ever wanted was an answer

Civilized are close but way too far

All we ever wanted...