Pripyat, Pt. 2

[Intro: Seth Sentry]

Yeah, uh

[Verse 1: Seth Sentry]

Yeah, 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 (Short fuse)

I see 'em all smiling politely and shaking their hands like a piggy bank

I mirror that smile right back at them, all ready, I am in Pripyat

[Chorus: KUČKA]

All I need

Is something to restore my faith

And I'm gone

A-ooh

I feel like someday I'll

See that I was always there

Pripyat

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

[Verse 2: Seth Sentry]

Uh

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-

Ly reminder that in the end nothing material matters, the air is as still as a ferris wheel

Uh, 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 (Gone), not even a blip on the minimap

Gone (Gone) where the forest is taking the city back

Gone (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

[Chorus: KUČKA]

All I need

Is something to restore my faith

And I'm gone

A-ooh

I feel like someday I'll

See that I was always there

Pripyat

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

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