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So you got what you wanted

Surprised?

Cut all the strings, all the loose ends

And what now?

Well it's face to face

You and yourself

Oh but freedom doesn't taste quite the same

When there's no one around

My brain's amiss, and my heart's a mess

And I've got nothing, nothing left

My brain's amiss, and my heart's a mess

And I've got nothing, nothing left

The only one you ever trusted...

You failed!

The one "gold soul" that kept you standing...

In the back you stabbed!

Is there nothing sacred

In your hands

Oh but freedom doesn't taste quite the same

When there's no one around

My brain's amiss, and my heart's a mess

And I've got nothing, nothing left

My brain's amiss, and my heart's a mess

And I've got nothing, nothing left

My brain's amiss, and my heart's a mess

And I've got nothing, nothing left

My brain's amiss, and my heart's a mess

And I've got nothing, nothing left