Pripyat (Part 2)

I'm in a place where I take a little refuge A ghost town that a meltdown left to me There's a door in my mind I can step through When I'm bored out of mine so just excuse me I switch reals and it gets moody Your fake champagne got my head woozy That's why they keep telling me I'm reclusive There's no more moon, wait, which world was I born to? I'm confused, pigs walk through to that court room in lawsuits Then walkout with them tall tales That twist turn and then corkscrew Extort you for fame favour and fortune They pollute you with false data and war flavoured exhaust fumes It's all crazy, this whole place is a powder keg with a short fuse I see them all smiling politely And shaking their hands like a piggy bank I mirror that smile right back at them already, I am in Pripyat All I need Is something to restore my faith And I'm gone I feel like someday I'll See that I was always there Pripyat Is it weird I've become to feel Comfortable here in this rubble filled city? Abandoned where something so sudden and terrible happened Where buildings are cracked and the paint on the front of them Peels and they're filled with possessions All left behind, all frozen in time A ghost reminder that in the end nothing material matters The air is as still as a ferris wheel I don't feel like I should even explain It's the worn out ruins of my head space And I still run to 'em just to escape Guess you can probably tell by the blank face When I stand there waiting for the next train Strange lot, watch as I just fade I guess that's where I was when the dead came And I'm gone, not even a blip on the minimap Gone where the forest is taking the city back Gone, yeah, you see me, but already know where I'm really at Gone inside of my head where it's calm So I'm sending this letter from Pripyat All I need Is something to restore my faith And I'm gone I feel like someday I'll See that I was always there Pripyat