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 seems so pathetic

Are we fated, faithful, fatal

Are we fated, faithful, fatal

I feel 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'll rise to every occasion

I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles

Of Los Angeles

Don't know if I can open up

I been opened too much

Double cross glossed over in my pathos

Are we fated, faithful, fatal

Are we fated, faithful, fatal

I feel 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'll rise to every occasion

I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles

Of Los Angeles

Are we fated, faithful, fatal

Are we fated, faithful, fatal

I feel stone and alone like a heretic

And I'm ready to meet my maker

I feel stoned and alone like a heretic

And I'm ready to meet my maker

I feel 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'll rise to every occasion

I'm the Mephistopheles of Los Angeles

Of Los Ang