Lord of This World
You’re searching for your mind, don’t know where to startCan’t find the key to fit the lock on your heartYou think you know but you are never quite sureYour soul is ill but you will not find a cure.
Your world was made for you by someone aboveBut you choose evil ways instead of love.You made me master of the world where you existThe soul I took from you was not even missed.
Lord of this worldEvil PossessorLord of this worldHe’s your confessor now!
You think you’re innocent, you’ve nothing to fearYou don’t know me, you say, but isn’t it clearYou turn to me in all your worldly greed and pride.But will you turn to me when it’s your turn to die