Lyrics

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 *
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 **
But everythings light on a
Sunday The choir singing all in tune
But such a small congregation
Will someone send up the balloon ***
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 * 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 * Repeat **
Repeat *** twice

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