Thrice - Red Telephone - Текст песни

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!