Ive worked so hard, like hyde on the chaos theory
Ive 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
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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
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But everythings light on a sunday
The choir singing all in tune
But such a small congregation
Will someone send up the balloon
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Oh Im a self made man
The fruits of yes you can
Oh Im a self made man
And Ill 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
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Ill take great pride and pleasure in your misery
And delight in your living hell
Theres no known act of human kindnes left
My very mother I would sell
Im not uncouthed, but educated
Now isnt that a scary thing
And elected to a place of power
Your slavery will be my sting
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