I would paint you a picture
of what happens when I sleep
it would tell of an adventure
and the memories I keep

I would paint you a picture
of what lives inside my dreams
held above all stricture
where nothing is as it seems

I would paint you a picture
of what I'm holding back
to provide myself closure
to save me from the black

I would paint you a picture
of what I'm running from
But It's only my nature
to make myself numb

I would paint you a picture
of what I'm haunted by
I get no aid from the scripture
I'll go nowhere when I die

I would paint you a picture
but I would use too much red
as my dreams are a mixture
of the demons and the dead

See, my dreams are my reality
and they expose my anxiety
oh yes, my nightmares are real
brought by something you can't heal

my dreams are beyond control
and they're starting to take a toll
for the demons are assembling
providing an unfair sentencing

and I would paint you a picture
but my hands won't stop trembling