Lord Of This World Lyrics
Can'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 cureYour world was made for you by someone aboveBut you choose evil ways instead of loveYou made me master of the world where you existThe soul I took from you was not even missedLord of this worldEvil PossessorLord of this worldHe's your confessor now!You think you're inocent you've nothing to fearYou don't know me, you say, but isn't it clear?You turn to me in all your wordly greed and prideBut will you turn to me when it's your turn to die?
Black Sabbath Lord Of This World
