Black Sabbath - Lord Of This World (With Piano and Slide Guitar)

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 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 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 said, but isn't it clear? You turn to me in all your wordly greed and pride But will you turn to me when it's your turn to die?