Lord of This World

You're searching for your mind, don't know where to start Can't find the key to fit the lock on your heart You think you know, but you are never quite sure Your soul is ill, but you will not find a cure, yeah Your world was made for you by someone above But you chose evil ways instead of love You made me master of the world where you exist The soul I took from you was not even missed, yeah Lord of this world Evil possessor Lord of this world He's your confessor now You think you're innocent, you've nothing to fear You don't know me, you say, but isn't it clear? You turn to me in all your worldly greed and pride But will you turn to me when it's your turn to die? Yeah