He woke up in a sweat

With a fading dream

But one picture still stood clear

And he wasn't sure if he could see it any other way

They're like a tiny dot

On an endless page

Just waiting to be erased

And it was clear to him they were treating it like a game

You've got too much to lose

You've got too much to lose

He looked out on the field

They were hard at work Like locusts in flight

And it almost looked as though they liked what they had to do

The sound of metal being shaped

To enable its flight

Not that far away

And as the numbers grew, their swarm blackened his view

You've got too much to lose

You've got too much to lose