Soul's Drain

I've worked so hard trying to find my place
 You fucked it up, threw it right in my face
 I took it on, saying it's just a phase
 But it's a slow bleed
 When you think you know what's best for me
 A soul drain
 And it's eating all what's left of me
 July came in and ripped me from my home
 Like a hurricane wind, forced to go where I was blown
 Saying goodbye old fried is like swimming with a stone while I
 Slow bleed, slow bleed
 When you think you know what's best for me
 A soul drain
 And it's eating all what's left of me
 How rewarding is it to be a small part of something different
 And nurture it, growing to a movement?
 Then be torn away by the architect's ambivalence
 Behind those rose tinted shades in front of cold, wool eyelids
 Along came dawn, I didn't catch a wink last night
 All hope is gone of gaining true insight
 I'm just a pawn with a spear in his side for a
 Slow bleed, a slow bleed
 When you think you know what's best for me
 A soul drain
 And it's eating all what's left of me