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 regressive
The past is over

And passive scenes so pathetic



Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?

Are we fated, faithful, or fatal?



I feel sole 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 feel sole 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?