The Seer

All the walls were painted white
 When you came into my life.
 I heard it said you had a way of being alive
 So I gave it a try.
 But I am the mirror
 And you are not free.
 All the walls were painted red
 When you took me to your bed.
 Hanging man with a gun pointed at my head
 And nature did the rest.
 But I am the mirror
 And you are not free.
 Yes, I am the mirror
 And you are the seer,
 The seer who cannot see.
 All the walls were painted black
 When you tied these to your back.
 Another body on your trail of the dead
 Let it lie where it shall.
 'Cause I am the mirror
 And you are not free.
 Yes, I am the mirror
 And you are the seer,
 The seer who cannot see.
 Hanging man with a gun pointed at my head,
 And nature did the rest.