The Mephistopheles Of Los Angeles

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 Pre-Chorus Are we fated, faithful, or fatal Are we fated, faithful, or fatal Chorus 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 Verse 2 Don't know if I cannot open up I've been opened too much Double-crossed and glossed over in my Pathos Pre-Chorus Are we fated, faithful, or fatal Are we fated, faithful, or fatal Chorus 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