Thrice - Red Telephone [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

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!