Testo Nothing Left

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