We meet in the middle, cryptic, non-committal What can become broke without being held? I don't get it for a minute I promise you I'll figure it out You won't sleep sound tonight You've been tucked in way too tight to run Away from the plague Patiently waiting for these winds to change You won't notice until you feel the sting Death from above is a glorious thing Hear it sing, the whistle of the steel overhead Do you feel that sword sticking in your back Do you feel alive? Do you feel You won't sleep sound tonight You've been tucked in way too tight to run Away from the plague Patiently waiting Patiently waiting Patiently waiting for these winds to change These are the holes we've dug Lay down your bones These are the holes we've dug Lay down your bones These are the holes we've dug Lay down your bones These are the holes we've dug Lay down your bones