You're

search-

ing

for

your

mind

don't

know

where

to

sta-

a-

art

Can't

find

the

key

to

fit

the

lock

on

your

hea-

a-

art

You

think

you

know

but

you

are

ne-

ver

quite

su-

u-

ure

Your

soul

is

ill

but

you

will

not

find

a

cu-

u-

ure

Your

world

was

made

for

you

by

some-

one

a-

bo-

o-

ove

But

you

choose

e-

vil

ways

in-

ste-

ad

of

lo-

o-

ove

You

made

me

mas-

ter

of

the

world

where

you

e-

xi-

st

The

soul

I

took

from

you

was

not

e-

ven

mi-

i-

ssed,

yeah

Lord

of

this

wo-

orld

E-

vil

poss-

es-

sor

Lord

of

this

wo-

orld

He's

your

con-

fes-

sor

no-

ow!

You

think

you're

inn-

o-

cent

you've

no-

thing

to

fe-

a-

ar

You

don't

know

me

,

you

say,

but

is-

n't

it

cle-

a-

ar?

You

turn

to

me

in

all

your

world-

ly

greed

and

pri-

i-

ide

But

will

you

turn

to

me

when

it's

your

turn

to

di-

i-

ie

yeah