Red Telephone

I woke alone
In a mansion on a hill
Across the room
A red telephone
My mouth was dry
I felt I'd been asleep for years
I turned and I
Discovered then the sum of all my fears
What have I become?
Someone tell me that I'm dreaming
What have I become?
Someone wake me up!

Through the glass
The clouds were dark and harboured rain
The land below
Was gray and vast
And through the mist
I saw the fields were flush with graves
And each headstone
Was etched with lies discrediting the brave
What have I become?
Someone tell me that I'm dreaming
What have I become?
Someone wake me up!
What have I become?
Someone tell me that I'm dreaming
What have I become?
Someone wake me up!

Son, imitate death's true face
For who and what and why'd they have to die?
Son, imitate death's true face
For who and what and why'd they have to die?
Why'd they have to die?
Someone wake me up!