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 choose 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