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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! |