There´s 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´s 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