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  [Repeat Chorus]  [Repeat Chorus]