Lord of this World Black Sabbath

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 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. 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


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