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.


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