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 yeahYour 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 yeahLord of this world
Evil possessor
Lord of this world
He's your confessor nowYou 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
Songwriters
JOHN OSBOURNE, TERENCE BUTLER, TONY IOMMI, W.T. WARDPublished by
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