Red Telephone

I woke alone, in a mansion on a hill Across the room, a red telephone 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 harbored rain The land below grey 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 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!