Tell me sister about the story
Of the man who lost control
Was it heaven, or temptations
Or was it fire that stole his soul
I've been sleeping for a thousand ages
And I need to clear my mind
These painted mirrors give no reflection
It's getting hard to see the signs
You take the anger from me
You take the anger from me
It's just a means to an end
I'm pretty sure that I haven't hurt you
But if I have you'll let me know
These painted mirrors and desperate measures
They take a while to steal your soul
You take the anger from me
You take the anger from me
It's just a means to an end
It's just a means to an end
It's just a means to an end
Can you hear me, my friends
I said, I'm coming back again