I don't know if I can 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 stoned and alone like a heretic I'm ready to meet my maker Lazarus got no dirt on me Lazarus got no dirt on me And I rise to every occasion I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles Of Los Angeles
Don't know if I can open up I've 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 stoned and alone like a heretic I'm ready to meet my maker Lazarus got no dirt on me Lazarus got no dirt on me And I rise to every occasion I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles Of Los Angeles