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 pass right 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...
