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. 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. Lord of this world Evil possessor Lord of this world He's your confessor now! --- Lord of This World - Brutal Truth