There' a place not that far from here,
where people go when their dreams have died.
As I walk from its faceless streets
I must be the last one alive.

Where are you?
You're not with me.
Numb my mind with this fantasy,
watching people live and die on screen.
Where are you?
You’re not with me.
Where are you?
I'm free.

You left me high and dry; it changed me.
You lied to me, now I am angry.
And if the sun comes in your room
and awakes you from your vanity
you won't find me cause I’ll be atop a mountain
Pissing on your grave

There' a place from where I just arrived
and I escaped the last one alive

Where are you?
You’re not with me
where are you?
I’m free.

You left me high and dry; it changed me.
You lied to me, now I am angry.
And if the sun comes in your room
and awakes you from your vanity
you won't find me cause I’ll be atop a mountain
Pissing on your grave