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