I've worked so hard, like Hyde on the chaos theory
I've found my madness quite complete
No sign of light or love divine intervention
While I was scoring on your street
I am the demon of your darkest thoughts
Wired to self destruct
A greedy, nasty, selfish little man
Who could never have or get too much
(1)
But if the very thought makes you shiver
I am just one of the many lost
And I will change the course of the river
And never stop to count the cost
(2)
But everythings light on a Sunday
The choir singing all in tune
But such a small congregation
Will someone send up the balloon
(3)
Oh I'm a self made man
The fruits of yes you can
Oh I'm a self made man
And I'll take what I can
Out of the darkness and into the light
See the army grow and grow
And like a storm, a reign of terror
This ill wind will blow and blow
Repeat (1)
I'll take great pride and pleasure in your misery
And delight in your living hell
There's no known act of human kindnes left
My very mother I would sell
I'm not uncouthed, but educated
Now isn't that a scary thing
And elected to a place of power
Your slavery will be my sting
Repeat (1)
Repeat (2)
Repeat (3) twice
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