The Painter Lyrics

Understand
I'm not sad
This feels good
And someday?
I'll be heard
There's this urgency for expression
It's the instinct
It's my prerogative
It's my meaning

Understand
I know some of us won't hear
Or can't
Naturally you're threatened
When there's somebody trying to liberate
Those beasts you've worked so hard to conceal
But your secrets have caused nothing but anguish
And it's only instinct for the painter
To make you a mirror
Mirror
Mirror....
Oh babe, oh babe
Gonna make you
A mirror
Mirror
Mirror