Thrice - Red Telephone Lyrics
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!