The Unsteady Rhythm of Your Metronome

I was just wondering
Does the silence of sleep beat a tone
Like the unsteady rhythm of your metronome?

Cause if so then I think I understand
What clashed with the deck and the cards in your hands

I was just curious
Does the variation in the second verse chords
Backfire at your back with the art of your swords?

Cause if it's true then I think I know why your castle was burned to a mound
Why your house of cards built on the sand was washed to the ground
And why you struggle to survive but continue to drown
Cause instead of pulling you up your lifejacket's bringing you down
And the beat of your heart is a rare heard sound

Digging deeper to find the meaning at the core
Finding the truth in the lines your fighting for
Is vital to your task set in front of you right now
Past the towers built, the powers gained, you'll find what truly matters
You'll find what matters most somehow

But in the graves you dig up from the soil
And the sincerity in your hesitation that causes you to recoil
Is where I believe you'll find control
And where the soldier got his soul