All the wicked strangers
How do they know me
Wonder can they notice
See me getting nervous

In a nonsensical dream
In a nonsensical dream
Colors run together
Like a Pablo Picasso
In a nonsensical dream

Loaded gun in Paris
Elevated train ride
I don't have any motive
I don't have any alibi

In a nonsensical dream
In a nonsensical dream
Colors run together
Like a Pablo Picasso
In a nonsensical dream

Wake me when it's over

There's a homie hanging
Hanging by his necktie
You leave a bloody glove print
Just leave it where you found it

In a nonsensical dream
In a nonsensical dream
The colors run together
Like a Pablo Picasso
In a nonsensical dream

Wake me when it's over