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 [bad word] 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...