Badlees

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!