Lyrics:
Ive worked so hard, like hyde on the chaos theoryIve found my madness quite completeNo sign of light or love divine interventionWhile I was scoring on your streetI am the demon of your darkest thoughtsWired to self destructA greedy, nasty, selfish little manWho could never have or get too much*But if the very thought makes you shiverI am just one of the many lostAnd I will change the course of the riverAnd never stop to count the cost**But everythings light on a sundayThe choir singing all in tuneBut such a small congregationWill someone send up the balloon***Oh Im a self made manThe fruits of yes you canOh Im a self made manAnd Ill take what I canOut of the darkness and into the lightSee the army grow and growAnd like a storm, a reign of terrorThis ill wind will blow and blowRepeat *Ill take great pride and pleasure in your miseryAnd delight in your living hellTheres no known act of human kindnes leftMy very mother I would sellIm not uncouthed, but educatedNow isnt that a scary thingAnd elected to a place of powerYour slavery will be my stingRepeat *Repeat **Repeat *** twice