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 Chorus 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 Chorus