I don't know if I cannot open up
I've been opened enough
I don't know if I can open up
I'm not a birthday present
I'm aggressive aggressive
The past is over
Now the passive seems so pathetic
Are we fated faithful or fatal
Are we fated faithful or fatal
I'm feeling stoned
and alone like a heretic
And I'm ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
And I'll rise to every occasion
I'm the Mephistopheles
of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
Don't know if I cannot open up
I been opened too much
Double crossed and glossed
over in my pathos
Are we fated faithful or fatal
Are we fated faithful or fatal
I'm feeling stoned
and alone like a heretic
And I'm ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
And I'll rise to every occasion
I'm the Mephistopheles
of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
Are we fated faithful or fatal
Are we fated faithful or fatal
I'm feeling stoned
and alone like a heretic
And I'm ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
I feel sole and alone like a heretic
I'm ready to meet my maker
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
Lazarus has got no dirt on me
And I'll rise to every occasion
I'm the Mephistopheles
of Los Angeles
Of Los Angeles
I'm the Mephistopheles
of Los Angeles