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