Youre searching for your mind dont know where to start
Cant 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 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.

Lord of this world
Evil possessor
Lord of this world
Hes your confessor now!

You think youre innocent youve nothing to fear
You dont know me you say but isnt it clear?
You turn to me in all your worldly greed and pride.
But will you turn to me when its your turn to die?