Red Telephone - Thrice

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 was 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!