96 Quite Bitter Beings

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

And 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 over-flooded 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, yet 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, yet way too far

All we ever wanted...